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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Carson Krause)
Tue Aug 15 06:58:07 2006
Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2006 17:58:05 +0600
From: "Carson Krause" <nabeilsteffi@walla.com>
To: "Crypto.discuss" <crypto.discuss@bloom-picayune.mit.edu>
Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2006 17:58:05 +0600
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<p><font =20color=3D"#FFFFF4">"Annie, how in God's name could I get up=
stairs? =20Great relief swept through him=A0=97 so great he felt like cry=
ing. =20("Virginia") Sandpiper's letter said, were all genuine, not repr=
oductions and while Paul could not tell for sure, he guessed that it was t=
he truth. =20He understood how she could lik=
e what he had written and still know it was not right=A0=97 know it and sa=
y it not with an editor's sometimes untrustworthy literary sophistication =
but with Constant Reader's flat and uncontradictable certainty. =20He hea=
rd the thud of first one knee from behind him, then the other, then the fi=
rst again. =20She nibbled at the one dainty teaspoonful she=
'd put on a toast point, wrinkled her face in disgust, and put it aside. =
=20We think we know so much, but we re=
ally don't know any more than a rat in a trap=A0=97 a rat with a broken ba=
ck that thinks it still wants to live.After all of this, could God really =
be cruel enough to let her die? =20Her br=
other had been Paul, too. =20Dishes and:=
bowls and plate, but no cutlery. =20"You're going to h=
ave to write faster, Paul,=BBshe said. =20He had t=
o urinate.</font></p>
<p><font =20color=3D"#FFFFF3">Not if you know what yo=
u're doing, because most gas-cap locks are strictly Mickey Mouse. =
=20only her screams were becoming weird buzzing noises, and h=
er body was rippling and humping and changing under her skirt and cardigan=
sweater, because Annie was changing into a bee. =
=20Nearly one whole arm of her cardigan sweater was soaked with a h=
alf-dried substance that smelled like gravy. =20=
And here was a startling picture from the Rocky Mountain News, a photo of =
Annie sitting calmly in her holding cell and reading Misery's Quest. =
=20He also saw gooey splatters of food on the housecoat, and s=
he had only managed to get on one of her slippers. =20=
Then she put a steno pad and some freshly sharpened pencils on the windows=
ill and rolled his wheelchair over so it was by the bed. =
=20"He rolled back to the door and looked out at the corridor=A0=97 =
but now that the marks were gone he felt no urge to go farther or dare mor=
e today. =20When the healing process finall=
y did begin, he thought the "phantom itch=BBof the foot which was no longe=
r there was even worse than the pain. =20Paul recognized it only by the=
attached barn=A0=97 he had, after all, never seen the house itself from t=
he outside. =20One was suspending something (the=
typewriter came immediately to mind) over the door so she would be killed=
or knocked unconscious when she came in. =20She slurped up th=
e remainder of her sundae in five huge spoonfuls that would have left Paul=
's throat gray with frostbite. =20Lookin=
g at those pictures had given him a feeling which was strange yet eerily i=
ntangible=A0=97 it had been like looking at photographs of his own imagina=
tion, and he knew that from that moment on, whenever he tried to imagine M=
isery's little combination parlor and study, Mrs Roman D. =
=20There were big window over the sink and they would let in a lot of l=
ight even on cloudy days. =20She did it with the ease of a wom=
an sliding a book into an empty slot in her bookcase. =20For some length o=
f time that seemed very long (and so was, since the pain and the stormy ha=
ze were the only two things which existed) those sounds were the only oute=
r reality. =20He had picked the wrong day t=
o start complaining about the Royal and its missing n. =20No l=
ong, muddled nights spent bar-hopping, followed by long, muddled days spen=
t drinking coffee and orange juice and gobbling vitamin-B tablets (days wh=
en if his glance so much as happened upon his typewriter, he would turn aw=
ay, shuddering). =20Paul hid behind his wor=
k and tried not to think about his car, the discovery of which was already=
overdue. =20"He spoke rapidly, urgently, eyes flashing, riveted on h=
er face=A0=97 he was positive in that moment that his life might depend on=
what he was able to say in the next twenty seconds. =
=20I put them across the thickness of the book in three different=
places and when I came in this morning=A0=97 very early, creeping like a =
little mousie so I wouldn't wake you up=A0=97 all three threads were broke=
n, so I knew you had been looking at my book. =
=20I'll put it under my tongue when I swallow the other one, then st=
ick it under my mattress with the other pills when she takes the drinking =
glass out. =20It was as if he had been given control of the mo=
on and the tides=A0=97 or had just reached up and taken it.</font></p>
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