A bit of prose got stuck in my brain

[quesarah]

That night I thought long and not without despair about what must become of me. I wanted very much to be a person of value and I had to ask myself how this could be possible if there were not something like a soul or like a spirit that is in the life of a person and which could endure any misfortune or disfigurement and yet be no less for it. If one were to be a person of value that value could not be a condition subject to the hazards of fortune. It had to be a quality that could not change. No matter what. Long before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I'd always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.

-Cormac McCarthy, All The Pretty Horses

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Re: watching the words fly over my head/or call me clueless

[joebanks.livejournal.com]

I think I stuck out more then my neck.
But it's very late and I'm going to cop out on you-for tonight. I'm baking Ethans birthday cake and-it's late.
but I'll be back