Goodbye Bluefin

By Cameron Reed

Thursday November 27, 2008

gnerdy:

“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. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patters 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.”

— The Road, The Cormac McCarthy

Goodbye Bluefin

I’ve been asking friends if this book is a “must-read” but haven’t recieved a firm answer yet. Thankfully, this boring ass quote has answered my question adaqately.