‘The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity’?” “Yeah, we read it in AP.”
I think it’s actually worse to lack all conviction. Because then you just go along, you know? You’re just a bubble on the tide of empire.
“That’s a good line.” “Stole it from Robert Penn Warren,” he said. “My good lines are always stolen. I lack all conviction.”
We drove across the river. Looking down, I could see Pirates Island.
“Your mom gives a shit, you know? Most adults are just hollowed out.
You watch them try to fill themselves up with booze or money or God or fame or whatever they worship,
and it all rots them from the inside until nothing is left but the money or booze or God they thought would save them.
That’s what my dad is like—he really disappeared a long time ago, which is maybe why it didn’t bother me much.
I wish he were here, but I’ve wished that for a long time. Adults think they’re wielding power, but really power is wielding them.”
“The parasite believes itself to be the host,” I said. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah.”
As we walked up to the Pickett house, I could see two place settings at one corner of Davis’s huge dining room table.
A candle flickered between the settings, and the first floor of the house was lit a soft gold.
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