Tua Fata Docebo

I recently finished All My Friends Are Going To Be Strangers, by Larry McMurtry. There's pretty much no possible way I can talk about this book, no way that I can recommend it highly enough. It's nothing short of absolutely brilliant.

' "I shouldn't have given you that story," she said. "It would make a great cartoon."
"Go to San Francisco with me," I said, "We'll compete for it. If your cartoon is better than the novel I write I'll burn the novel."
"No, you should never burn things," Jill said, looking at me seriously for a second. "What you should do is give them to the sea." '
(143)

'I have no real resistance to temptation, drunk or sober. Very few attractive temptations come my way and when they do I almost always yield to them. I can't smash them away like they were badminton birdies. I just don't have any moral coordination, as Jenny Salomea well knew.'
(26)


Also, I've been reading Virgil's Aeneid:

Ibant obscuri sola sub nocte per umbrum
On they went, darlking in solitary night, far into the gloom.

O gnate, ingentem luctum ne quaere tuorum. Ostedent terris hunc fata neque ultra esse sinent.
O my son, ask not of the heavy grief that your people must bear. Of him the Fates shall give a glimpse to earth, nor suffer him to stay.