A bit of prose got stuck in my brain
Mar. 28th, 2004 08:53 amThat 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
-Cormac McCarthy, All The Pretty Horses
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Date: 2004-04-11 10:02 pm (UTC)Very similar (i believe) to what you and your piece of stuck prose are discussing. This i get; this and a struggle with the destiny i seem to have chosen for myself. The courage to face my choices.
What's the red X that are on my entry's?
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Date: 2004-04-12 08:24 am (UTC)This is what the piece is getting at, to my reckoning. That, and the idea that you will always be strong enough to follow through on the destiny you choose for yourself.
The red X's are in case you want to delete your post. If you decide you made a mistake or left something out, you can delete it and then post a new message.