Um trecho de The Road de McCarthy
Novembro 15, 2009
Three nights later in the foothills of the eastern mountains he woke in the darkness to hear something coming. He lay with his hands at either side of him. The ground was trembling. It was coming toward them.
Papa? The boy said. Papa?
Shh. It’s okay.
What is it, Papa?
It neared, growing louder. Everything trembling. Then it passed beneath them like an underground train and drew away into the night and was gone. The boy clung to him crying, his head buried against his chest. Shh. It’s all right.
I’m so scared.
I know. It’s all right. It’s gone.
What was it, Papa?
It was an earthquake. It’s gone now. We’re all right. Shh.