/lit/ - Literature

>>20150674
Are you a man or a slave

Suttree changed my life.

>Somewhere in the gray wood by the river is the huntsman and in the brooming corn and in the castellated press of cities. His work lies all wheres and his hounds tire not. I have seen them in a dream, slaverous and wild and their eyes crazed with ravening for souls in this world. Fly them.

From McCarthy's No Country For Old Men
“Dope.
They sell that shit to schoolkids.
It's worse than that.
How's that?
Schoolkids buy it.”

Also

“I think if you were Satan and you were settin around tryin to think up somethin that would just bring the human race to its knees what you would probably come up with is narcotics.”

That whole book made me really feel. Certain things turn people into shells, and you just don't know them anymore. These quotes in particular give me feels because of problems I've had with family members and in real life in general.

>>2623607
"Assimilation" is the topic.

Their appearance frightened most of us initially. Some argued that there was simply no way around it. No one could make them leave and they themselves certainly would not on their own. We were a vital resource necessary for their survival. At first inmates would go missing during the night or sometimes an elderly man with no known relatives. Those who would not be missed. Soon though, they became more brazen. Children were taken in brood daylight, their classmates looking on with such grim faces. A woman in a coffee shop next to you, gone. The truck driver out making his last delivery, and this unknown to him. It was not necessarily that we were defenseless, only that there was really no way around it. Melancholy, hopeless years passed for those of us who had been before, and our children's children knew of no other way, no other time. Those who were taken were no longer thought of. People learn to adapt. It was the way things were.