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"Adam, I didn't want to come here. I am
not going to stay here. As soon as I can I will go away."

"Oh, nonsense." He laughed. "You're like a child away from home for the first time. You'll love it once you get used to it and the baby is born.
[…] We all get over it. So don't say silly things like that."

"It's not a silly thing."

All these people are evil Cathy come with me honey

“Perhaps we can’t understand Cathy, but on the other hand we are capable of many things in all directions, of great virtues and great sins. And who in his mind had not probed the black water?”

“I can understand why a system built on a pattern must try to destroy the free mind, for that is one thing which can by inspection destroy such a sys-tem. Surely I can understand this, and I hate it and I will fight against it to preserve the one thing that separates us from the uncreative beasts. If the glory can be killed, we are lost.”

“…There is great tension in the world, tension toward a breaking point, and men are unhappy and confused.”

This is actually the most based anti-capitalism take of all time YES convenience is nice, but what about what we lose due to convenience? Is the cost worth the gain?

“…and more uniform. When our food and clothing and housing all are born in the complication of mass produc-tion, mass method is bound to get into our thinking and to eliminate all other thinking. In our time mass or collective production has entered our economics, our politics, and even our religion, so that some nations have substituted the idea collective for the idea God. This in my time is the danger.

[cont]

“There are monstrous changes taking place in the world, forces shaping a future whose face we do not know. Some of these forces seem evil to us, perhaps not in themselves but because their tendency is to eliminate other things we hold good. It is true that two men can lift a bigger stone than one man. A group can build automobiles quicker and better than one man, and bread from a huge factory is cheaper

[cont]

He went into his room, flung off his clothes, and got into bed. He grunted and turned, trying to get comfortable, and then he opened his eyes. Cathy was standing by his bed.

“What do you want?"

"What do you think? Move over a little."

"Where's Adam?"

"He drank my sleeping medicine by mistake. Move over a little." He breathed harshly. "I already been with a whore."

fuck offfffff bro

"It's like getting up. I don't want to get up and I don't want to stay down. I don't want to stay here and I don't want to go away."

"You make me itch," said Charles.

"Think about it, Charles. You like it here?"

"Yes."

"And you want to live here all your life?"

"Yes."

"Jesus, I wish I had it that easy. What do you suppose is the matter with me?”

Restlessness is a disease I cannot be cured from

"What do you know about me? Do you think I can't read every rotten thought you ever had? Want me to tell you? You wonder where a nice girl like me learned tricks. I’ll tell you. I learned them in cribs—you hear?—cribs. I've worked in places you never even heard of—four years. Sailors brought me little tricks from Port Said. I know every nerve in your lousy body and I can use them."

Cathy u the freakiest oat

“I don't believe he stole any money. I believe in the war he did just what he said he did and was just where he said he was."

"But the proof-how about the discharge?"

"You haven't any proof that he stole. You just made that up because you don't know where the money came from."

"His army papers-"

"They could be wrong," Adam said. "I believe they are wrong. I believe in my father."

are we joking rn

“His companions for the night might be a murderer, an unfrocked priest or one who had unfrocked himself, a professor forced from his warm berth by a dull faculty, a lone driven man running from memory, a fallen archangel and a devil in training, and each contributed bits of thought to the fire as each contributed carrots and potatoes and onions and meat to the stew.”

Blood Meridian core

“The Irish do have a despairing quality of gaiety, but they have also a dour and brooding ghost that rides on their shoulders and peers in on their thoughts. Let them laugh too loudly, it sticks a long finger down their throats. They condemn themselves before they are charged, and this makes them defensive always.”

catholic guilt u so sexy

“Tom, the third son, was most like his father. He was born in fury and he lived in lightning. Tom came headlong into life. He was a giant in joy and enthusiasms. He didn't discover the world and its people, he created them.”

beauty in word

“There is something wrong, like it didn't get finished, like it happened too soon and left something out. It's me should be where you are and you here. I never thought like this before.”

Sick to my stomach actually. Idleness is death.

“Seems like to me my mother's chair is rocking a little. It's just the light. I don't take any truck with that. Seems like to me there's something not finished. Seems like when you half finished a job and can't think what it was. Something didn't get done. I shouldn't be here. I ought to be wandering around the world instead of sitting here on a good farm looking for a wife.

[cont]

“What do you think? You did not say it you are going to come live home when you get out of the army. I hope so. I miss you."

The writing stopped there. There was a scratch on the page and a splash of ink, and then it went on in pencil, but the writing was different.”

Charles I wish you misery only. Serves you right fucker

“Lying in his bed, Adam was enlisted in the army as a private in the cavalry. He signed the Articles of War and took the oath while his father and Alice looked on. And his father's eyes glistened with tears.”

My sweet Adam. How the fuck is Charles not dead, and how could they swear bedridden, aching little Adam into the army? Shove it.

"You have to know him," she repeated. "For a long time he has given me little presents, pretty things you wouldn't think he'd even notice. But he doesn't give them right out. He hides them where he knows I'll find them. And you can look at him for hours and he won't ever give the slightest sign he did it. You have to know him,"

Alice I’m so sorry :(

“Adam cast about for an answer. "He doesn't think you love him."

[…]

"Alice," he said, "help Adam to bed. You'll have to cut his shirt off, I guess. Give him a hand." He got up again, went to the corner of the room where the coats hung on nails, and, reaching behind the garments, brought out his shotgun, broke it to verify its load, and clumped out of the door.”

it only gets worse

“The footsteps came close, slowed, moved on a little, came back. From his hiding place Adam could see only a darkness in the dark. And then a sulphur match was struck and burned a tiny blue until the wood caught, lighting his brother's face grotesquely from below. Charles raised the match and peered around, and Adam could see the hatchet in his right hand.”

oh how quickly a man turns when he is denied

“Any man who kills must be destroyed because this is a great sin, maybe the worst sin we know. And then we take a soldier and put murder in his hands and we say to him, 'Use it well, use it wisely.’ We put no checks on him. Go out and kill as many of a certain kind or classification of your brothers as you can. And we will reward you for it because it is a violation of your early training."

“Charles had one great quality. He was never sorry-ever. He never mentioned the beating, apparently never thought of it again. But Adam made very sure that he didn't win again—at anything. He had always felt the danger in his brother, but now he understood that he must never win unless he was prepared to kill Charles. Charles was not sorry. He had very simply fulfilled himself.”

doomed siblings get me out

“Adam found his father out. It wasn't that his father changed but that some new quality came to Adam. […] The techniques and training were not designed for the boys at all but only to make Cyrus a great man. And the same click in the brain told Adam that his father was not a great man, that he was, indeed, a very strong-willed and concentrated little man wearing a huge busby.”

fuck you, pa

“As the warm unconsciousness finally crept over her, she was thinking with some irritation of how her white lawn shroud would have mud down the front when they pulled her out in the morning. And it did.”

actually insane read

“And then, dressed in a secretly made shroud, she went out on a moonlight night and drowned herself in a pond so shallow that she had to get down on her knees in the mud and hold her head under water. This required great will power.

[cont]

Her new god was an expert in punishment. He demanded of her a sacrifice. She searched her mind for some proper egotistical humility and almost happily arrived at the sacrifice-herself. It took her two weeks to write her last letter with revisions and corrected spelling. In it she confessed to crimes she could not possibly have committed and admitted faults far beyond her capacity.

[cont]

And as soon as she was aware that a condition existed, she devised a new theology. Her god of communication became a god of vengeance—to her the most satisfactory deity she had devised so far—and, as it turned out, the last. It was quite easy for her to attribute her condition to certain dreams she had experienced while her husband was away. But the disease was not punishment enough for her nocturnal philandering

“[Mrs. Trask] used religion as a therapy for the ills of the world and of herself, and she changed the religion to fit the ill. When she found that the theosophy she had developed for communication with a dead husband was not necessary, she cast about for some new unhappiness. Her search was quickly rewarded by the infection Cyrus brought home from the war

[cont]

“…he brought with him his tiny Irish wife, a tight hard little woman humor-less as a chicken. She had a dour Presbyterian mind and a code of morals that pinned down and beat the brains out of nearly everything that was pleasant to do.”

i chuckled

“[The Salinas] was not a fine river at all, but it was the only one we had and so we boasted about it—how dangerous it was in a wet winter and how dry it was in a dry summer. You can boast about anything if it's all you have. Maybe the less you have, the more you are required to boast.”