Cormac McCarthy's The Road: Another Snippet for Everyone, but especially for Solon and Oxymoron

This passage makes Harrogate think of his fellow Board Members, Solon and Oxymoron.

they sat there in silence with their hands outheld to the flames. He tried to think of something to say but he could not. He'd had this feeling before, beyond the numbness and the dull despair. The world shrinking down about a raw core of parsible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colors. The names of birds. Things to eat. Finally the names of things one believed to be true. More fragile than he would have thought. How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality. Drawing down like something trying to preserve heat. In time to wink out forever.

Just. Stunning.