“He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”
Do you pray, Mr. Lamb?
Good Lord, son, no, I do not. I was, in days gone by, a believer. But alas, I came to this beleaguered land, and the God in me just … evaporated. Let us change our toast, sir. To the God who has forgotten us.
“It salves the heart - the mountains, the trees, the endless plains. The moon, the myriad of stars. Every man can be made quiet and complete, even the lowliest misanthrope or the most wretched of sinners.”
