Always thought McCarthy’s prose could be way smoother. I’ve read writers who go long and fast, and they glide way more than he does. But reading him is like running your hand down a broomstick with little slits chopped into it or like feeling the edges of a finished puzzle. You catch every break. Half the time, I can’t even tell if it’s fast or slow. Gotta read it again. Can’t even explain it. Feels like he wrote and rewrote, picking every word on its own. And then most of it, two- or three-syllable words... ninety percent of a novel.

No clue how he makes me love him that much. The guy was unreal. And I really appreciate you helping me get this stuff. Keep it up.