“If you’d driven past our house on Wednesday night, noticed our lights burning, seen through the windows my mother in the kitchen cooking dinner, seen the neighbors’ lights on, my father fresh out of the shower, sitting on the front porch steps lacing on his shoes in the cool, humming twilight, the moon high and clear, cars moving beyond the park, his hair wet, smelling of Old Spice and talcum, rehearsing to Berner and me stories of what he’d seen on his ‘business trip’–the prairie like a great inland sea (‘like the Gulf of Mexico’), the northern lights, no mountains, but an abundance of wild animals, the two of us sitting rapt, blissful–would you have thought that there was a man getting ready to commit an armed robbery? No, you wouldn’t. Though admittedly I’m intrigued by how ordinary behavior exists so close beside its opposite. ”

                     --Richard Ford, Canada, 2012

“WORRIED CLOUDS SWIFTLY SKIM ACROSS THE NOCTURNAL SKY, AS IF RACING TO SHIELD AN INNOCENT MOON FROM THE DEPRAVED SIGHT STAINING THE COUNTRYSIDE BELOW…THE CRUMBLING CASTLE LIES SILENT, BROODING IN ITS OWN SUPREME DECADENCE, SMUGLY CONTENT IN THE KNOWLEDGE THAT ITS DETERIORATING FACADE IS AT ONE WITH ITS INTERNAL EVIL…”

                     --Doug Moench, VAMPIRE TALES, Vol. 1, No. 4, 
                             "A Vampire's Home is His Castle" 1974

3 thoughts on “Great Moments in Literature

    1. I’d like to think you found your way to the post in the first place by searching “internal evil.” Please don’t tell me if you didn’t; I like that theory way too much.

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