Consider the following passages: "the road passed through a stark black burn" (McCarthy 6); "he raised his face to the paling day" (10); "They were days fording that cauterized terrain" (13); "the sullen haze hung over earth and sky alike" (189); "The sweeping waste, hydroptic
and secular" (293); "Tracks of unknown creatures in the mortified loess" (300).
drunkard and night-scouting thief, The itchy letcher, and self-tickling proud, Have the remembrance of past joys for the relief Of coming ills.
But oh beware, whose vain Hydroptic
soap my meagre water saves.