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Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2006 13:46:03 -0400
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"You must be exhausted. I'm not a dummy, you know. And if they get an idea that a nurse is, you know, chipping — that's what they call it — they watch that nurse until they're sure. Saw her replacing the jack in the dead-white glue, where it would harden and freeze forever. There was something big and black pistol-gripped in one hand and for one wild moment Paul thought it was a tear-gas gun. I did have an older brother, though, and we used to go to the movies every Saturday afternoon. He had been dozing peacefully enough in front of his own fire with a book in his lap when Colter came, waking him up.They don't take you all the way to Denver if you're innocent! That happened in Chapter 38 of Misery's Child. The one who said he was an artist. ""Yes, on my broken legs and my shattered knee,»he said. well.

"Get out of s — " She paused and saw that he had already rolled the wheelchair back from the window. But, Annie, you've got: to settle d- " I "This is what they want,»she said, and raised one hooked hand to her forehead. If she hadn't thrown the pitcher, he would have shattered it on the floor himself and tried to shove one of the broken pieces of glass into her throat while she stood there, as inert as an umbrella-stand. Over the years Paul had grown more and more resigned to the fact that he could not read stories as he had when he was a kid; by becoming a writer of them himself, he had condemned himself to a life of dissection. That there was no sense at all in what he was thinking made not a whit of difference in the dark. "If you're so insecure you can't believe I'm grateful to you for saving my life, that's your problem. He tried to think of it as recycling and drank what he had managed to hold and then ticked his wet palms. He could see that the courtroom was crowded with spectators, that the judge, vas bald and wearing glasses. When the healing process finally did begin, he thought the "phantom itch»of the foot which was no longer there was even worse than the pain. "I don't mind the idea of them — but these noises are fearsome spooky, so they are, and I hardly even like to go near the churchyard — and I have to dig a grave for the little Roydman babe tomorrow, so I do. Except he had seen something funny on the way home from lunch with Charlie, and it had given him an idea. Paul didn't think so but he wasn't sure — not being sure of things, he knew, was a charmless corner of purgatory reserved for writers who were driving fast with no idea at all where they were going. "She was badly frightened now, her left hand clenched into a tight fist just above her munificent bosom. He vaguely remembered an evening he'd spent drinking Scotch with a gloomy playwright named Bernstein at the Lion's Head, down in the Village (and if he lived to see the Village again he would get down on whatever remained of his knees and kiss the grimy sidewalk of Christopher Street). On Paul's fourteenth birthday his father had given him a Red Devil condom in a foil envelope. When asked about the possibility of arson, he said: "It's more likely that a wino crept into the basement, had a few drinks, and accidentally started the fire with a cigarette. But there's a borderline between the lands of manageable and unmanageable psychosis. He waited patiently for her to return, eating his soup as he did so, holding the spoon awkwardly between the first and second fingers of his left hand. He had re-injured the ribs he had broken riding after the doctor three nights ago, that was obvious, but it wasn't just pain that made his eyes blaze from his whitened face like that. "Try not to move from the knees down while I do this,»she said, and then simply slid him into the chair. But the piece of alien metal must have fallen all the way to the bottom of the lock, because her key worked perfectly. A very large rat sat on the tray Annie had left him, nibbling cheese with its tail neatly curled around its body.


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