"Curious the small and lesser fates that join to lead a man to this. The thousand brawls and stoven jaws, the clubbings and the broken bottles and the little knives that come from nowhere. For him perhaps it was all done in silence, or how would it sound, the shot that fired the bullet that lay already in his brain? These small enigmas of time and space and death."
"Curious the small and lesser fates that join to lead a man to this. The thousand brawls and stoven jaws, the clubbings and the broken bottles and the little knives that come from nowhere. For him perhaps it was all done in silence, or how would it sound, the shot that fired the bullet that lay already in his brain? These small enigmas of time and space and death."
ReplyDeleteCormac McCarthy, Suttree, pp. 374-375.