greenghost
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This may seem like a non sequitur to the topic of our beloved brook trout, but stay with me for a minute.
Yesterday, a famous author by the name of Cormac McCarthy passed away. He is probably known best as the author of "No Country for Old Men." But he also wrote "The Road" In this lesser-known book, he tells the tale of a father and son traveling through the ravaged landscape of America after a nondescript Armageddon-type of event. The novel ends with these haunting words:
"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. . . . On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery."
Luckily, these things still exist for us lucky few.
Yesterday, a famous author by the name of Cormac McCarthy passed away. He is probably known best as the author of "No Country for Old Men." But he also wrote "The Road" In this lesser-known book, he tells the tale of a father and son traveling through the ravaged landscape of America after a nondescript Armageddon-type of event. The novel ends with these haunting words:
"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. . . . On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery."
Luckily, these things still exist for us lucky few.