Saturday, 21 November 2009

This Is The Way The World Ends

From Cormac McCarthy's The Road, regarding the sea shore:

Glass floats covered with gray crust. The bones of seabirds. At the tide line a woven mat of weeds and the ribs of fishes in their millions stretching along the shore as far as eye could sea like an isocline of death. One vast salt sepulchre. Senseless. Senseless.

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