Thursday, February 13, 2014

Great Last Graph Thursday...*




"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins whimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery."

                                                                             Cormac McCarthy

* with apologies for the recycled brook trout pic. I've got others. Just damn laziness today.

5 comments:

  1. The last paragraph of The Road. Great read. Typical McCarthy weird, dense, spooky-brilliance, but not a book I'd recommend reading if hope is something you cherish. I break it out and read it every other year or so when I feel myself getting too optimistic about, well, anything...

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  2. I saw the "Road" awhile back and its ruined my day in the best possible way, and still haunts me. I have been working up the nerve to read the book ever since.

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  3. It's one of my least favorites in his catalog, but I still love it. It's made me bummed both times I've read it, while the first was during the darkest period of my life so far, so there is resonance I guess.
    Just read the Dog Stars, by Peter Heller. Not on the Cormac level, but it was a good way to kill and afternoon.. that paragraph reminds me of it. Hope all is well in OK buddy.

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