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‘Well if that’s the case, then do you really mean to say that you would decide - in view of certain disappointments and hardships in everyday life or in order to assist all humanity in some way - to step right over this or that obstacle? … Say, for example, commit murder and robbery?’

‘… if he were obliged to live somewhere very high up, on a cliff, on a ledge with room for a pair of feet and nothing more, while all around him were chasms, the ocean, eternal gloom, eternal solitude and eternal tempest, and he had to stay like that, standing on one square yard, for the rest of his life, for a thousand years, for eternity - the he’d rather live like that than die there and then?…’

Perhaps in the world’s destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. Oceans, mountains. The ponderous counterspectacle of things ceasing to be. The sweeping waste, hydroptic and coldly secular. The silence.

Yes it is. When we’re all gone at last the there’ll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too. He’ll be out in the road there with nothing to do and nobody to do it to. He’ll say: Where did everybody go? And that’s how it will be. What’s wrong with that?

Did you have any friends?
Yes. I did.
Lots of them?
Yes.
Do you remember them?
Yes. I remember them.
What happened to them?
They died.
All of them?
Yes. All of them.
Do you miss them?
Yes. I do.
Where are we going?
We’re going south.
Okay.

“‘And that’s exactly what trips you all up. He’s neither crafty nor experienced, and I’ll bet you this was his first time! Assume some calculating, crafty little scoundrel, and it hardly seems credible. Assume someone inexperienced and it seems like only chance could have saved him from disaster, and chance can do anything, can it not?’”

‘But if that’s not true,’ he suddenly exclaimed without meaning to, ‘if man isn’t actually a scoundrel, isn’t actually scum, the whole human race, I mean, then all else is mere preconception, just fears that have been foisted upon us, and there are no barriers, and that’s exactly how it should be!’

It hit Andrew then, how Thomas would sacrifice the world for him without even thinking.
How terrible that was.
How part of Andrew’s chest caved in with the relief of knowing it.

“I don’t even think while I draw sometimes. I’ll listen to music and draw random shit. It doesn’t mean anything. I just like monsters. Well, I used to.”
Back when their teeth were paper, not bone.

You better forget about giving orders and shoot the son of a bitch.

Put a pin in this for Blood Meridian but is very enjoyable