Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Spare a Square

So far, the most horrifying moment in Child of God, Cormac McCarthy's 1973 tale of alienation and necrophilia, is this:

All that remained of the outhouse were a few soft shards of planking grown with a virid moss and lying collapsed in a shallow hole where weeds sprouted in outsized mutations. Ballard passed by and went behind the barn where he trod a clearing in the clumps of jimson and nightshade and squatted and shat. A bird sang among the hot and dusty bracken. Bird flew. He wiped himself with a stick and rose and pulled his trousers up from the ground.

Dude wiped himself with a stick!

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