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Your ideas are terrifying and your hearts are faint. Your acts of pity and cruelty are absurd, committed with no calm, as if they were irresistable. Finally, you fear blood more and more. Blood and time. - Paul Valéry.
Blood Meridian
Epigram at beginning of novel.
It is not thought that the life of darkness is sunk in misery and lost as if in sorrowing. There is no sorrowing. For sorrow is a thing that is swallowed up in death, and death and dying are the very life of the darkness. - Jacob Boehme
Blood Meridian
Epigram at beginning of novel.
See the child. He is pale and thin, he wears a thin and ragged linen shirt. He stokes the scullery fire.
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Opening lines of novel, Chapter 1, Page 3.
God made the world, but he didnt make it to suit everybody, did he?.
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Old hermit to the kid, Chapter 2, Page 19.
A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with.
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Old hermit to the kid, Chapter 2, Page 19.
Distant thunderheads reared quivering against the electric sky and were sucked away in the blackness again.
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Chapter 2, Page 19.
Five days later on the dead man's horse he followed the riders and wagons through the plaza and out of the town on the road downcountry.
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The kid sets forth with the filibusters towards Mexico, Opening lines of Chapter 4, Page 42.
Already you could see through the dust on the ponies' hides the painted chevrons and the hands and rising suns and birds and fish of every device like the shade of old work through sizing on a canvas and now too you could hear above the pounding of the unshod hooves the piping of the quena, flutes made from human bones, and some among the company had begun to saw back on their mounts and some to mill in confusion when up from the offside of those ponies there rose a fabled horde of mounted lancers and archers bearing shields bedight with bits of broken mirrorglass that cast a thousand unpieced suns against the eyes of their enemies. A legion of horribles, hundreds in number, half naked or clad in costumes attic or biblical or wardrobed out of a fevered dream with the skins of animals and silk finery and pieces of uniform still tracked with the blood of prior owners, coats of slain dragoons, frogged and braided cavalry jackets, one in a stovepipe hat and one with an umbrella and one in white stockings and a bloodstained wedding-veil and some in headgear of cranefeathers or rawhide helmets that bore the horns of bull or buffalo and one in a pigeontailed coat worn backwards and otherwise naked and one in the armor of a spanish conquistador, the breastplate and pauldrons deeply dented with the old blows of mace or sabre done in another country by men whose very bones were dust and many with their braids spliced up with the hair of other beasts until they trailed upon the ground and their horses' ears and tails worked with bits of brightly colored cloth and one whose horse's whole head was painted crimson red and all the horsemen's faces gaudy and grotesque with daubings like a company of mounted clowns, death hillarious, all howling in a barbarous tongue and riding down upon them like a horde from a hell more horrible yet that the brimstone land of christian reckoning, screeching and yammering and clothed in smoke like those vaporous beings in regions beyond right knowing where the eye wanders and the lip jerks and drools.
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Attacked by the Comanches, Chapter 4, Page 52.
With darkness one soul rose wondrously from among the new slain dead and stole away in the moonlight.
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When the indians leave after massacring the soldiers, the kid slips away on foot. Opening lines of Chapter 5, Page 55.
When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.
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Leader of group of horsemen to the kid and Sproule, Chapter 5, Page 65.
On to the edge of the city by the old stone aqueduct where the governor gave them his blessing and drank their health and their fortune in a simple ceremonial and they took the road upcountry.
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The kid, Toadvine and the Kentuckian ride out with the Glanton Gang, Chapter 6, Page 80.
Now a member of the company seated there seemed to weigh the judge's words and some turned to look at the black. He stood an uneasy honoree and at length he stepped back from the firelight and the juggler rose and made a motion with the cards, sweeping them in a fan before him and then proceeding along the perimeter past the boots of the men with the cards outheld as if they would find their own subject.
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At the Glanton Gang camp, the juggler moves on to the black Jackson to tell his fortune with the cards, Chapter 7, Page 93.
They paused without the cantina and pooled their coins and Toadvine pushed aside the dried cowhide that hung for a door and they entered a place where all was darkness and without definition.
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The kid, Toadvine and Bathcat to go a cantina, Opening lines of Chapter 8, Page 100.
The Americans might have traded for some of the meat but they carried no tantamount goods and the disposition to exchange was foreign to them. And so these parties divided upon that midnight plain, each passing back the way the other had come, pursuing as all travelers must inversions wiothout end upon other men's journeys.
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The Americans are not traders, but mercenaries hired by the state to fight a genocidal war. Closing lines of Chapter 9, Page 121.
And the answer, said the judge. If God meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now? Wolves cull themselves, man. What other creature could? And is the race of man not more predacious yet? The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his day. He loves games? Let him play for stakes. This you see here, these ruins wondered at by tribes of savages, do you not think that this will be again? Aye. And again. With other people, with other sons.
The judge looked about him. He was sat before the fire naked save for his breeches and his hands rested palm down upon his knees. His eyes were empty slots. None among the company harbored any notion as to what this attitude implied, yet so like an icon was he in his sitting that they grew cautious and spoke with circumspection among themselves as if they would not waken something that had better been left sleeping.
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Judge Holden argues that children should be raised by subjecting them to historical law, Chapter 11, Page 146.
For the next two weeks they would ride by night, they would make no fire. They had struck the shoes from their horses and filled the nailholes in with clay and those who still had tobacco used their pouches to spit in and they slept in caves and on bare stone. They rode through the tracks of their dismounting and they buried their stool like cats and they barely spoke at all.
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Chapter 12, Page 151.
Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupation of men engaged in rash undertakings.
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Chapter 12, Page 153.
The judge placed his hands on the ground. He looked at his inquisitor. This is my claim, he said. And yet everywhere upon it are pockets of autonomous life. Autonomous. In order for it to be mine nothing must be permitted to occur upon it save by my dispensation.
Toadvine sat with his boots crossed before the fire. No man can acquaint himself with everything on this earth, he said.
The judge tilted his great head. The man who believes that the secrets of this world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down. The rain will erode the deeds of his life. But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry will by the decision alone have taken charge of the world and it is only by such taking charge that he will effect a way to dictate the terms of his own fate.
Tell me.
I'll see you around.
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Judge Holden and Toadvine argue, the Judge stating that things that exist without his knowledge do not have his permission, Chapter 14, Page 199.
It was a lone tree burning on the desert. A heraldic tree that the passing storm had left afire.
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Chapter 15, Page 215.
He watched the fire and if he saw portents there it was much the same to him He would live to look upon the western sea and he was equal to whatever might follow for he was complete at every hour. Whether his history should run concomitant with men and nations, whether it should cease. He'd long forsworn all weighing of consequence and allowing as he did that men's destinies are ever given yet he usurped to contain within him all that he would ever be in the world and all that the world would be to him and be his charter written in the urstone itself he claimed agency and said so and he'd drive the remorseless sun on to its final endarkenment as if he'd ordered it all ages since, before there were paths anywhere, before there were men or suns to go upon them.
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Chapter 17, Page 243.
It makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask men what they think of stone. War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is the way it was and will be....
War is the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the unity of existence. War is god.
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Judge Holden, Chapter 17, Page 248.
Men are born for games . . . Games of chance require awager to have meaning at all. Games of sport involve theskill and strength of the opponents and the humiliation ofdefeat and the pride of victory are in themselves sufficientstake because they inhere in the worth of the principals anddefine them. But trial of chance or trial of worth all gamesaspire to the condition of war for here that which is wageredswallows up game, player, all.
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Judge Holden, Chapter 17, Page 249.

Moral law is an invention of mankind for the disenfranchisement of the powerful in favor of the weak. Historical law subverts it at every turn.
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Judge Holden tells this to Glanton's men, Chapter 17, Page 250.

When they entered Glanton's chamber he lurched upright and glared wildly about him. The small clay room he occupied was entirely filled with a brass bed he'd appropriated from some migrating family and he sat in it like a debauched feudal baron while his weapons hung in a rich array from the finials. Caballo en Pelo mounted into the actual bed with him and stood there while one of the attending tribunal handed him at his right side a common axe the hickory helve of which was carved with pagan motifs and tasseled with the feathers of predatory birds. Glanton spat.
Hack away you mean red nigger, he said, and the old man raised the axe and split the head of John Joel Glanton to the thrapple.
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Yuma chief kills John Joe Glanton in his bedroom, Chapter 19, Page 275.
Toadvine and the kid fought a running engagement upriver through the shore bracken with arrows clattering through the cane all about them.
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Opening lines of Chapter 20, Page 277.
The kid rose and looked about at this desolate scene and then he saw alone and upright in a small niche in the rocks an old woman kneeling in faded rebozo with eyes cast down
He made his way among thge corpses and stood before her ... She did not look up ... He spoke to her in a low voice. He told her that he was an American and that he was a long way from the country of his birth and that he had no family and that he had traveled much and seen many things and had been at war and endured hardships. He told her that he would convey her to a safe place, some party of her countrypeople who would welcome her and that she should join them for he could not leave her in the place or she would surely die.
He knelt on one knee, resting the rifle before him like a staff. Abuelita, he said. No puedes eschucharme? (Little grandmother, can you not hear me?)
He reached into the little cove and touched her arm. She moved slightly, her whole body, light and rigid. She weighed nothing. She was just a dried shell, and she had been dead in that place for years.
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The kid's encounter with the penitants he finds butchered in a canyon and his attempts to speak with one of them, Chapter 22, Page 315.
In that sleep and in sleeps to follow the judge did visit. Who would come other? A great shambling mutant, silent and serene. Whatever his antecedents, he was something wholly other than their sum, nor was there system by which to divide him back into his origins for he would not go. Whoever would seek out his history through what unraveling of loins and ledgerbooks must stand at last darkened and dumb at the shore of a void without terminus or origin and whatever science he might bring to bear upon the dusty primal matter blowing down out of the millennia will discover no trace of ultimate atavistic egg by which to reckon his commencing.
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Chapter 23, Page 309.
The judge was seated upon the closet. He was naked and rose up smiling and gathered him in his arms against his immense and terrible flesh and shot the wooden barlatch home behind him.
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Chapter 23, Page 333.
Blood Meridian, or, The Evening Redness in the West, is a 1985 Western novel by American author Cormac McCarthy which brings the reader into a nightmare world of death and destruction. It follows a teenager known only as the kid who runs from his home in Tennessee and joins the Glanton Gang. McCarthy was born on July 20, 1933.

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