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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Hubert Craft)
Wed Dec 26 13:57:34 2007
From: "Hubert Craft" <vinnytheadora@kinki-kids.com>
To: "Crypto.discuss" <crypto.discuss@bloom-picayune.mit.edu>
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<p><font color="#FFFFF3">Sleepy fourth-floor dorm proctor hammering on his door, telling him to come on and answer the fucking phone. Or perhaps she would feed his remains to Misery the pig — that would have a certain justice, black and gruesome though it might be. He would be a Republican of the sort who would no more put a bumper sticker on his car than he would put a pair of pointy-toed Italian shoes on his feet; he must also be some sort of town official, and here on town business, because it was only on town business that a man like this and a reclusive woman like Annie Wilkes would have occasion to meet. "If I had wanted to burn the house down, Annie, I could have done it long before this. "If I had wanted to burn the house down, Annie, I could have done it long before this. It was on the Dark Continent that Misery, who kept slipping into cataleptic trances at the most inconvenient moments (and, of course, if she were to be stung by another bee — ever, in her entire life — she would die almost instantly), would either be killed or cured. When he had done all he could, he reversed again and looked at the door, trying to see it through Annie's exquisitely suspicious eyes. "At least tell me if that nigger Hezekiah really does know where Misery's father is! Distantly, from the parlor, he could hear the rippling strains of Chopin, and he paused with the strip of towel still in his left hand, listening. Here's a special weather bulletin for residents of Sheldon County — a tomado watch is in effect until 5. and if there is even one chance that My Lady — Ah, but no — it was madness to even think of such a thing. She had already doped him enough to tell the truth — he was afraid he would have to pay the consequences in time. An ice-cube landed beside his left ear and slid down the pillow into the hollow of his shoulder. Impossible to tell what they were, of course, but in his imagination (your MIND your CREATIVITY that is all I meant) he could see her pushing bales of hay out of the loft with the heel of her boot, could see them tumbling to the barn floor. "Now, going back to the subject of the paper — "I'll get you your cockadoodie paper,»she said sullenly. Annie went on laughing and he told himself he wouldn't scream, wouldn't beg; that he was past all that. ""You didn't try the telephone either time, I suppose, or took at the locks — because you are just such a good little boy. And, as he also so often did, he tried to block this memory; and found himself a second too late. He awoke time after time in the middle of the night using the big toe of his right foot to scratch thin air four inches below the place where, on that side, his body now ended. The plot was melodramatic but well constructed, in its own modest way quite amusing. The first real memory: stopping, and being raped back into life by the woman's stinking breath. "For a moment, in his anger and dopey befuddlement, he had lost sight of the hazy, frightening concept inherent in that phrase pre-op shot.</font></p>
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