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“In the neuter austerity of that terrain all phenomena were bequeathed a strange equality and no one thing nor spider nor stone nor blade of grass could put forth claim to precedence. The very clarity of these articles belied their familiarity, for the eye predicates the whole on some feature or part and here was nothing more luminous than another and nothing more enshadowed and in the optical democracy of such landscapes all preference is made whimsical and a man and a (book) become endowed with unguessed kinships.”
Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men (2005)
Anything can be an instrument, Chigurh said. Small things. Things you wouldnt even notice. They pass from hand to hand. People dont pay attention. And then one day there’s an accounting. And after that nothing is the same. Well, you say. It’s just a coin. For instance. Nothing special there. What could that be an instrument of? You see the problem. To separate the act from the thing. As if the parts of some moment in history might be interchangeable with the parts of some other moment. How could that be? Well, it’s just a coin. Yes. That’s true. Is it?
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An M.P. Speaks Sweet little schoolgirl smile Your golden arms beckon me on Lips seem to speak, seem to lead me Beautiful one Your burning tongue For you that I do these things For you that I do these things Shielding you from ill While you're a child I'll be your knight There's vice everywhere Porn on the screen Sex in the street Vile foreign men As I said in the House there are sewers beneath Waiting to burst all over us For you that I do these things For you that I do these things
McCarthy - Frans Hals (Official Video)
They calculate how much it takes to starve a rat
And send it out to me
Sleeping in the trash
Begrudging everything
They’re keen to deal with me
So yesterday I
This land informs me
These are better days
You stop your money
There’s no more money
We’ve already paid
We’re making money
I said you’re joking
The rich are out to get to me
They want to see me hung drawn and quartered
You bastards gave me
And I will pinch you dry
It’s not much to do
It’s all I can do
But one day soon
The poor will deal with you
Make your will out mate
They know your names and they know your faces
Make your will out mate
They know your names and they know your faces
They will deal with you
They’ll really deal with you
Der größte Schuft im ganzen Land…
…ist und bleibt der Denunziant. Das gilt überall. Es spielt keine Rolle, aus welchen Motiven heraus jemand handelt. Viele Denunzianten glauben bestimmt, sie tun etwas Gutes. Weil sie mit einem Regime, einem System und seinen Werten übereinstimmen. Vielleicht auch nur, weil sie sich selber Vorteile versprechen. Oder sie wollen diejenigen, die sie denunzieren, schaden. Vielleicht, viele…
