Cormac McCarthy. Horses, horses... (№ 334103)

John Grady lay, staring at the starry sky and felt the feeling in his heart drove a stake. And yet it seemed to him that all the pain in this world comes from shapeless creatures and the parasite who loves to bask in the warmth from the human soul, and therefore trying to stealthily crawl into them and live there. John Grady thought he understood, when a person is defenseless against such intrusions. But the creature was brainless and could not comprehend the boundaries of these souls. However, John Grady feared that these boundaries do not exist.