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The Decemberists - Sons and Daughters
Click to viewGatz was long. Obscenely long. And after 8 grueling hours of a prose that seemed occasionally humorous, sometimes dreary, often dry, but always brilliant, it seemed to me that all these recent bouts of aspirations and wanderlust are but 'dreams, schemes, frail whims' of a deprived youth that often go awry. Perhaps i'll turn out to be like nick carraway when he turns 30, or worse, my father.
"Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,' Holly advised him. 'That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky."