- Even after the Apocalypse, people still remember The Beatles (“Did I tell you, Nina, how the rumor spread in 1977 — forty years ago this year! — that someone was paying the Beatles six million dollars just for one night of singing together?”)
- They can recite the Book of Job, from memory (“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope. O remember that my life is wind . . . What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him? . . . I will say unto God, Do not condemn me. Hast thou eyes of flesh? Or seeth thou as men seeth? Are thy days as the days of man? Are thy years as man’s days?”)
- Among the last vestiges of civilization: a ’51 Chevrolet pick-up truck (“The truck had already been on the mountain when the first resident, old Ben Boggley, now dead, built his hut on Ragged Mountain. No one knew how it had gotten there, or to whom it had belonged. But on the rusty tailgate which used to hang by one hinge, there, in crude letters over the pale flaking paint which used to be blue, were the names Cesar and Rosalie.)
Here’s a beautiful, descriptive passage:
On the final hill overlooking the slight hollow where the cabin stood, they stopped, and Pedro Aguinaldo set his child down so that they were both facing the northwest.
Large, wet blue stars quivered in the sky, and the sharp wind that blew from the northwest seemed to set the stars rocking.
“Look, Papa, they’re so many,” she said, pointing.
P.S. Self fell asleep while waiting for “Justified” to come on. Woke with a start, saw it was already 10:45 p.m. YIIIKES! Hurriedly switched on the TV, saw Neil McDonough’s arm in Timothy Olyphant’s arms. Obviously, something unspeakable had just transpired. Oh, thank goodness self didn’t have to witness the blood spatter. McDonough dies, but self loves that he does not over-dramatize. Mostly, what he projects is shock (Self would react in exactly the same way if she ever saw her arm detached from her actual person and hanging on to some other person’s anatomy) . . .
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.