Unformatted text preview: John Grady — a lover of horses, passionate, rash, strong, stubborn, and, for now, a survivor — joins a long line of memorable characters. McCarthy adds a great touch to the final scene, just before we see the last of John Grady. He passes some Indians camped on the western plains. The indians stood watching him. He could see that none of them spoke among themselves or commented on his riding there nor did they raise a hand in greeting or call out to him. They had no curiosity about him at all. As if they knew all that they needed to know. They stood and watched him pass and watched him vanish upon that landscape solely because he was passing. Solely because he would vanish. The key phrases here are "he was passing" and "he would vanish." What McCarthy is concluding is that all of us are just passing along, both on and in the landscape, and we all will vanish. The point of that all of us are just passing along, both on and in the landscape, and we all will vanish....
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- Fall '08
- John Grady, Katherine Anne Porter