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He went among vendors and beggars and wild street preachers haranguing a lost world with vigor unknown to the sane. Suttree admired them with their hot eyes and dogeared bibles, God's barkers gone forth into the world like the prophets of old.
by Cormac McCarthy
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In "Suttree," Cormac McCarthy depicts a vivid world filled with a diverse array of characters, including street vendors, beggars, and fervent preachers. These figures, driven by an overwhelming zeal, engage passionately in their beliefs amidst a chaotic urban setting. Their fervor stands in stark contrast to the notion of sanity, highlighting an intense commitment to their messages.

Suttree, the protagonist, is captivated by these individuals, viewing them as modern-day prophets. Their fervent eyes and well-worn bibles symbolize a raw, unfiltered connection to faith and humanity. McCarthy's portrayal emphasizes the stark reality of their existence and the profound effect their unyielding spirit has on those around them.

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