From some final stronghold of sanity and
evaluative clarity the rational Paul Sheldon had thought: She looks like a
widow who just got fucked after a ten-year dry spell. It doesnt matter, Paul,
he told himself again and again in those last few days before the Royal coughed
up first its t and then its e, the damned thing is almost done. When he tried
to thrash away from the hypo she told him to sit still and be good or what was
going to happen would happen without the benefit of even light anesthesia. When
I got to the feed store, Tony Roberts told me I better step on it if I was
going to get back here before the storm hit, and I said - "How far are we from
this town?
I just said those clunks
are driving me crazy, and then, in almost no time at all, presto chango, when
it comes to Pauls left thumb, now you see it and now you dont. From some final
stronghold of sanity and evaluative clarity the rational Paul Sheldon had
thought: She looks like a widow who just got fucked after a ten-year dry
spell.