The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in a many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that the world is full of possibilities that are often overlooked due to familiarity. It describes life as a perplexing show filled with illusions and unpredictable outcomes.
Cormac McCarthy's quote highlights the extraordinary nature of existence, portraying the world as a captivating yet bewildering spectacle that can lose its magic due to our everyday experiences. It urges us to recognize the potential for wonder in our reality and to view life as a series of surprising events, much like a circus or a dream that defies logic and expectation. By comparing life to a carnival of strange visions and fantastical occurrences, McCarthy invites us to reawaken our sense of awe and to challenge the limitations of our perception.
In practice
This quote can be used to inspire students in a creative writing workshop to think outside the box.
Yet it is the narrative that is the life of the dream while the events themselves are often interchangeable. The events of the waking world on the other hand are forced upon us and the narrative is the unguessed axis along which they must be strung.
See the hand that nursed the serpent. The fine hasped pipes of her fingerbones. The skin bewenned and speckled. The veins are milkblue and bulby. A thin gold ring set with diamonds. That raised the once child's heart of her to agonies of passion before I was. Here is the anguish of mortality. Hopes wrecked, love sundered. See the mother sorrowing. How everything that I was warned of's come to pass.
What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.
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.
Only now is the child finally divested of all that he has been. His origins are become remote as is his destiny and not again in all the world's turning will there be terrains so wild and barbarous to try whether the stuff of creation may be shaped to man's will or whether his own heart is not another kind of clay.
He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.
The main task of the spirit is to free man from his ego.
None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but licence.
One is almost tempted to say that the language itself is a mythology deprived of its vitality, a bloodless mythology so to speak, which has only preserved in a formal and abstract form what mythology contains in living and concrete form.
The Navy is a master plan designed by geniuses for execution by idiots. If you are not an idiot, but find yourself in the Navy, you can only operate well by pretending to be one. All the shortcuts and economies and common-sense changes that your native intelligence suggests to you are mistakes. Learn to quash them. Constantly ask yourself, "How would I do this if I were a fool?" Throttle down your mind to a crawl. Then you will never go wrong.
What is the use of living, if it be not to strive for noble causes.
The entire most beautiful order of things that are very good, when their measures have been accomplished, is to pass away.
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