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Two weeks with Startling Carlton would wear out St. Paul. I’m so hungry I could eat the head off John the Baptist…

As said before, McNulty’s vocabulary, grammar and spelling can get rather tiresome, but I love it when out of the blue he shows his depth, going all biblical or referring to the Greek classics, as he does.

Every life has its days of happiness despite the ugly Fates.

18. Farming at Lige’s. And a shoot-out with Tach Petrie’s gang.

The vernacular sometimes irritates. Remarkable that even without a proper sentence, the meaning does not get lost…

You could arrest sunlight for attempted murder out on the plains.

17. Suspense, ambush and shots fired. Concerns for Winona. All of a sudden it’s become a captivating pageturner, while Thomas’ voice hasn’t changed. It’s probably the human dimension compared to the mass action of war. And yet, Th. account keeps a distance and lets the beating heart sound through ever so slightly.

16. After much hardship in the camp, returning to Titus Noone, Mr. McSweney and Winona. Long time needed to recover and never get back to their young selves (despite not even being thirty). Then Thomas & John Cole get married by a half-blind priest and, together with Winona, leave for Lige Magan’s farm down south.

Men so sick they are dying of death.

15. Southern prison camp. Amidst war crimes, torture and hunger and threat, all bluecoats must try for months on end to survive. And then at the last sentence, an inkling of proof that love is still around. Nothing sentimental, just the slightest sense of connection…

How come we lying here and guarded and inside four walls and the camp lying within this wooded land and the dogs of winter biting and scraping at our limbs?

The Sun of Death burns out innards and the moon of Death pulls at our blood. Our blood slows and youth is cancelled and we feel like aged men full of years.