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The Crossing by Cormac McCarthy is not a perfect book.  In places; however, it comes pretty damn close.

He came forward and hazed the animals up out of the river.  They clambered out along the gravel shore and blew and craned their necks.  The old man turned, his stick on one shoulder.

Esta lejoj de su casa? he said.

The boy said that he had no home.

The old man’s face grew troubled.  He said that the boy must have a home but the boy said that he did not.  The old man said that there was a place for everyone in the world and that he would pray for the boy.  Then he drove the oxen out through the willows and the sycamore wood in the new dusk and was soon gone from sight.

A nearly perfect song from Kris Kristofferson:

Listen:  https://toomuchidiotwind.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/1-01-sunday-mornin-comin-down.mp3

Download:  Sunday Morning Coming Down

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On the Road

A collection of insane ramblings written by a conflicted methamphetamine user?

A brilliant, classic novel of freedom and longing?

I hold both opinions about the Jack Kerouac’s novel On The Road.

RoadWhat is the feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see they’re specks dispersing?-it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-by.  But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

41P87BKVZXL._SS400_The Flaming Lips come from the same planet as Kerouac.  I’m not sure why they are here but am comforted by their presence.

Do You Realize??

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William Faulkner said the following about Graham Greene’s The End of the Affair:  “One of the most true and moving novels of my time, in anybody’s language.”  True and moving words are why I read, write and teach.  From time to time I would like to share such words free from comment and interpretation.

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What I chiefly felt was less hate than fear.  For if God exists, I thought, and if even you-with your lusts and your adulteries and the timid lies you used to tell-can change like this, we could all be saints by leaping as you leapt, by shutting the eyes and leaping once and for all:  if you are a saint, it’s not so difficult to be a saint.  It’s something He can demand of any of us, leap.  But I won’t leap.  I sat on my bed and said to God:  You’ve taken her, but You haven’t got me yet.  I know Your cunning.  It’s You who take us up to a high place and offer us the whole universe.  You’re a devil, God, tempting us to leap.  But I don’t want Your peace and I don’t want Your love.  I wanted Sarah for a lifetime and You took her away.  With Your great schemes You ruin our happiness like a harvester ruins a mouse’s nest:  I hate You, God, I hate You as though You existed.

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Listen to the following song from Bob Dylan’s Time Out of Mind.  He and Greene drank from the same cup.

Trying to Get to Heaven

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