The judge placed his hands on
the ground. He looked at his
inquisitor. “This is my claim,” he
said. “And yet everywhere upon it are
pockets of autonomous life.
Autonomous. In order for it to be
mine nothing must be permitted to occur upon it save by my dispensation.” (…)
“I don’t see what that has to
do with catchin’ birds.”
“The freedom of birds is an
insult to me. I’d have them all in
zoos.”
“That would be a hell of a
zoo.”
The judge smiled. Yes,” he said. “Even so.”
(from Blood
Meridian by Cormac McCarthy)
7*/10. The
full review is here.
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