They did not speak. They were men of another time for all that they bore Christian names and they had lived all their lives in a wilderness as had their fathers before them. They'd learnt war by warring, the generations driven from the eastern shore across a continent, from the ashes at Gnadenhutten onto the prairies and across the outlet to the bloodlands of the west. If much in the world were mystery the limits of that world were not, for it was without measure or bound and there were contained within it creatures more horrible yet and men of other colors and beings which no man has looked upon and yet not alien none of it more than were their own hearts alien in them, whatever wilderness contained there and whatever beasts.
>The Kid spat>*incoherent mumbling about killing someone while maintaining a confrontational attitude*
Please, do all of /lit/ a favour and just fuck off with this reddit shit.
>>25183534Corncob haters are just as annoying as corncobfags I swear.
>>25183534>that use of comma
Fucking sick to death of McCarthy manchildren
>>25183576Then die
>>25183480I’ve always said this, but the way the man writes as though he believes he’s far more talented than he actually is, is a little exasperating.
>>25183559What is the matter with it?
>>25183588He's the most talented, you just don't like that he knows it. You want him to be demure and conservative but that's not what you do when you're actually talented, which you would never understand.
>>25183588In the toils of orgasm—she said, she said—she’d be whelmed in a warm green sea through which, dulled by the murk of it, pass a series of small suns like the footlights of a revolving stage, an electric carousel wheeling in a green ether. Envy’s color is the color of her pleasuring, and what is the color of grief? Is it black as they say? And anger always red? The color of that sad shade of ennui called blue is blue but blue unlike the sky or sea, a bitter blue, rue-tinged, discolored at the edges. The color of a blind man’s noon is white, and is his nighttime too? And does he feel it with his skin like a fish? Does he have blues, are they bridal and serene, or yellows, sunlike or urinous, does he remember? Neural colors like the fleeting tones of dreams. The color of this life is water
>>25183588Every modern and post modern author does that
>>25183480I'm 14 and this is deep.
