![]() ![]() He wanders west as far as Memphis, a solitary migrant upon that flat and pastoral landscape. He will not see again the freezing kitchenhouse in the predawn dark. All history present in that visage, the child the father of the man. He can neither read nor write and in him broods already a taste for mindless violence. ![]() He has a sister in this world that he will not see again. The father never speaks her name, the child does not know it. The mother dead these fourteen years did incubate in her own bosom the creature who would carry her off. I looked for blackness, holes in the heavens. The boy crouches by the fire and watches him. He lies in drink, he quotes from poets whose names are now lost. His folk are known for hewers of wood and drawers of water but in truth his father has been a schoolmaster. Outside lie dark turned fields with rags of snow and darker woods beyond that harbor yet a few last wolves. He is pale and thin, he wears a thin and ragged linen shirt. "BLOOD MERIDIAN: OR THE EVENING REDNESS IN THE WEST" By: CORMAC McCARTHY 1985 I Childhood in Tennessee - Runs away - New Orleans - Fights - Is shot - To Galveston - Nacogdoches - The Reverend Green - Judge Holden - An affray - Toadvine - Burning of the hotel - Escape. ![]()
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