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Long monologues rise and fall, they speak
of great deeds and men and noble eras gone.
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Over the worn runner on the flagged hall floor his steps were soundless and he moved with a slender grace
of carriage, delicate and feline.
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- and the old man felt the circle of years
closing, the final increment of the curve returning him again to the inchoate, the prismatic flux of sound and color wherein he had drifted once before and now beyond the world of men.
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The old man drank and then leaned back against the sledge. The glade hummed softly. A woodhen called from the timber on the mountain and to that sound of
all summer days of seclusion and peace the old man slept.
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They are gone now. Fled, banished in death or exile, lost, undone…No avatar, no scion, no vestige of that people remains. On the lips of the strange race that now dwells there their names are myth, legend, dust.
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A man gets older…he finds they's lots of things he can do jest as well without…Seems like an old man'd be allowed his rest but then he comes to find they's things you have to do on account of nobody else wants to attend to em.
A loosed box of kittens came tottering aimlessly over the floor, rocking on their stub legs and mewling. Their eyes were closed and festered with mucus as if they
might have been struck simultaneously with some biblical blight.
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Down the small panes of glass behind the old man's chair the sun lowered. casting his head in silhouette and
illumining his white hair with a prophetic translucence. A llittle later he rose and went to the table and lit the lamp.
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The snow had stopped. Scout was standing in snow to his belly, gazing
out at the fantastic landscape with his bleary eyes. Across the yard, briliant against the façade of pines
beyond, a cardinal shot like a drop of blood.
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The old man rocked, dwarflike in his ponderous chair. He seemed to be weighing some dark problem posed in
the yellowed pages before him.
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Rocking quictly in her chair she had the appearance of one engaged in some grim and persevering endeavor which hope was the only useful implement. Not even
patence.
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You won't never forgit.
No.
Never long as you live.
Long as I live.
Yes, she said Long as I...I won't forgit neither, she said, tightening once more on his arm…And, she hissed, he won't forgit neither.
I live...
He never forgot.
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For Christ's sake, he gasped. Jesus Christ, just turn me loose.
Sylder put his face to the man's and in a low voice said, You better call on somebody closer than that.
From somewhere in the darkness
came the sound of a banjo,tentative chords...a message...what news?Old loves reconsummated, sickness.
a child's crying. Silence now in the houses. Repose. Even to those for whom no end of night could bring restenough.
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It was still there, what of it had weathered the seasons and years. Hr went on along the road, an old man pedaling the scorched dust.
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Then he raised his face to the curious Sympathetic eyes watching him with a
bland serenity that not even the bloody vision of himself could ruffle.
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When them as waller's in sin thinks they's
gettin by with iy, she said, that's when
He strikes em in His holy wrath. He jest bides His time.
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Mildred Rattner pinched from loaf to loaf across the bread rack. When them as wallers in sin thinks they's gettin by with it, she said, that's when He strikes em in His holy wrath. He jest bides His time.
Sundays the Knoxville beer taverns were closed, their glass fronts dimmed and muted in sabbatical quietude,
and Sylder turned to the mountain to join what crowds marshaled there beyond the dominion of laws either civil or spiritual.
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Increase Tipton, patriarch of a clan whose
affuence extended to a dozen jerrybuilt shacks strewn
about the valley in unlikely places, squatting over their
gulied purlieus like great brooding animals rigid with
constipation
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Clay cracks and splits in endless microcataclysm and the limestone lies about the eroded land like schools
of sunning dolphin, gray channeled backs humped at the
infernal sky.
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The one in the back was making small sobbing noises. No one spoke for a few minutes and then the little one said, Where's this go?
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Town, June broke in. Goes to town. Shorter this way.
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This week's Substack post: Cormac McCarthy chooses his words carefully and Bob Dylan lights out for the flats. It's le temps mort, where little happens but much is revealed. #cormacmccarthy #theorchardkeeper #southerngothic #southernfiction #southernlit #bobdylan #jacquesbecker #carsongs
