A Tennessean named Webster had been watching him and he asked the judge what he aimed to do with those notes and sketches and the judge smiled and said that it was his intention to expunge them from the memory of man. Webster smiled and the judged laughed. Webster regarded him with one eye asquint and he said: well you’ve been a draftsman somewheres and them pictures is like enough the things themselves. But no man can put all the world in a book. No more than everything drawed in a book is so.
– Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian