Evening Redness

“His origins are become remote as is his destiny and not again in all the world’s turning will there be terrains so wild and barbarous to try whether the stuff of creation may be shaped into man’s will or whether his own heart is not another kind of clay. the passengers are a different lot. they cage their eyes and no man asks another what it is that brings him here. He sleeps on the deck, a pilgrim among others. He watches the dim shore rise and fall. Gray seabirds gawking. Flights of pelicans coastwise above gray swells.”

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“the shadows of the smallest stones lay like pencil lines across the sand and the shapes of the men and their mounts advanced elongate before them like strands of the night from which they’d ridden, like tentacles to bind them to the darkness yet to come.”

…from Blood Meridian, by Cormac McCarthy.

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One Response to “Evening Redness”

  1. Sabrina Says:

    Can I borrow it?

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