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Birthday: Mar 23, 1972
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Occupation: Full Time Unemployed Illiterate Librarian (of mediocre proportions)
Earl says that I ought to be more open. However, Earl likes to sun bathe naked covered in motor oil, so I tend to question Earl's pearls of wisdom from time to time.
...Where is yesterday? Where is Glanton and Brown and where is the priest? ... Where is Shelby, whom you left to the mercies of Elias in the desert, and where is Tate whom you abandoned in the mountains? Where are the ladies, ah the fair and tender ladies with whom you danced at the governor's ball when you were a hero anointed with the blood of the enemies of the republic you'd elected to defend? And where is the fiddler and where the dance?-Judge HoldenI guess you can tell me.- The KidI tell you this. As war becomes dishonered and its nobility called into question those honorable men who recognize the sanctity of blood will become excluded from the dance, which is the warrior's right, and thereby will the dance become a false dance and the dancers false dancers. And yet there will be one there always who is a true dancer and can you guess who that might be?...You aint nothing....You speak truer than you know. But I will tell you. Only that man who has offered up himself entire to the blood of war, who has been to the floor of the pit and seen horror in the round and learned at last that it speaks to his inmost heart, only that man can dance....Even a dumb animal can dance....... Hear me, man. ... There is room on the stage for one beast and one alone. All others are destined for a night that is eternal and without name. One by one they will step down into the darkness before the footlamps. Bears that dance, bears that don't.
BLOOD MERIDIAN, OR THE EVENING REDNESS IN THE WESTCormac McCarthy