Chapter 19
One describes a tale
ugg boots on sale best by telling the tale. You see? The way one describes a story, to oneself or to the world, is by telling the story. It is a balancing act and it is a dream. The more accurate the map, the more it resembles the territory. The most accurate map possible would be the territory, and thus would be perfectly accurate and perfectly useless.
The tale is the map that is the territory.
You must
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-from the Notebooks of Mr. Ibis.
The two of them were in the VW bus, heading down to Florida on I-75. They'd been driving since dawn; or rather, Shadow had driven, and Mr. Nancy had sat up front in the passenger seat and, from time to time, and with a pained expression on his face, offered to drive. Shadow always said no.
"Are you happy?" asked Mr. Nancy,
ugg boots cheap sale suddenly. He had been staring at Shadow for several hours. Whenever Shadow glanced over to his right, Mr. Nancy was looking at him with his earth-brown eyes.
"Not really," said Shadow. "But I'm not dead yet."
"Huh?"
" 'Call no man happy until he is dead.' Herodotus."
Mr. Nancy raised a white eyebrow, and he said, "I'm not dead yet, and, mostly because I'm not dead yet, I'm happy as a
uggs discount clamboy."
"The Herodotus thing. It doesn't mean that the dead are happy," said Shadow. "It means that you can't judge the shape of someone's life until it's over and done."
"I don't even judge then," said Mr. Nancy. "And as for happiness, there's a lot of different kinds of happiness, just as there's a hell of a lot of different kinds of dead. Me, I'll just take what I
discount uggs for women can get when I can get it."
Shadow changed the subject. "Those helicopters," he said. "The ones that took away the bodies, and the injured."
"What about them?"
"Who sent them? Where did they come from?"
"You shouldn't worry yourself about that. They're like valkyries or buzzards. They come because they have to come."
"If you say so."
