>He rose and stood tottering in that cold autistic dark with his arms outheld for balance while the vestibular calculations in his skull cranked out their reckonings.
Is this what transcendent writing looks like? How does a human being get to this level?
Ye
this guy succeeds in making me appreciate pynchon more.
Veeky Forums brainlets physically cannot understand his writings
their feeble ape minds aren't up to the task
>autistic dark
Good one that guy sure is stupid yes indeed!
Cormac looks like the wojaks with the giant enlarged brain.
This excerpt isn't particularly difficult to understand though.
Autistic dark has no real meaning
There was this one line of his where he described something as an "autumnal pool" even though the thing described bared no relation to an autumnal pool, whatever that is.
Wait, autistic dark is actually in something he wrote? I've never read McCarthy, so I assumed that OP replaced an adjective with "autistic".
Yep, it's in The Road exactly as quoted
For all the fuss he makes about culling punctuation 'to make for easier reading' he sure makes some unreadable word choices.
Tbh, I thought he was using autistic as a way to say "repetitive and unrelenting"
i'd say autistic here means unbreachable or incommunicable, in a diseased way. McCarthy sometimes describes nature as something like a blind, diseased madman.
Is there any other author who could describe darkness as 'autistic' and it wouldn't be immediately dismissed as shit pseudointellectual writing?
These guys get it. I imagine darkness here being personified but as something that isn't self aware and can't be reasoned with
Hidy
i am the biggest brainlet on this board but do you guys really not see how its possible to describe something that isn't an autumnal pool as being an autumnal pool. i've never read cormac but surely the context of this phrase was metaphorical if not literal
i just looked it up. here's the context
>[They] walked off in separate directions through the chaparral to stand spraddlelegged clutching their knees and vomiting. The browsing horses jerked their heads up. It was no sound they'd ever heard before. In the gray twilight those retchings seemed to echo like the calls of some rude provisional species loosed upon that waste. Something imperfect and malformed lodged in the heart of being. A thing smirking deep in the eyes of grace itself like a gorgon in an autumn pool.
it's literally just a simile
Is this what transcendent writing looks like? How does a human being get to this level?
/r/ing the screenshot of the post that explains that he meant shadow the hedgehog
the post itself doesn't seem to be on warosu