I leave you today with a passage of Cormac McCarthy’s writing: exquisite writing of unparalleled beauty indeed.
Much of my life is focussed on words, whether it is listening to the thoughts of my clients, helping them identify and choose the words that best express what they wish to share with others or to distil many words into a few select ones.
I love words in many forms, including when I read a book full of exquisite writing. With such books, I love to “slow read” them, to get lost in a paragraph or even a short phrase or line, to know I will only read a few pages at each sitting, then lovingly place the book down where I will pick it up and slowly open it, with a smile, ready to absorb a little more at a time.
I have written about writing I love on this blog many times, even with a post called “Writing I Love – Eclectic Lines“, full of beautiful single lines from songs, poems, and novels. Sometimes such lines can simply stop you where you are, and then you read and re-read that line and absorb the power it holds. One such line in that post is: “There is no God and we are his prophets.”
That line was written by Cormac McCarthy, who died this week. I leave you today with a passage of his writing, exquisite writing of unparalleled beauty indeed.
“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 is always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals come easily.”
from “All the Pretty Horses” by Cormac McCarthy