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Re: CHANGE
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Cindy Akers)
Tue Jul 31 14:45:46 2007
From: "Cindy Akers" <earthaspeakec@houstonoutreach.org>
To: "Os2ann.DISCUSS" <os2ann.DISCUSS@bloom-picayune.mit.edu>
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tta set in. =20A coward couldn't. =20When she took her lips awa=
y this time he did not let her breath out but pushed it and whooped in a g=
igantic breath of his own. =20Paul settled hands he could barely feel=
on the wheels and rolled the chair toward the hallway, sparing one glance=
at the ceramic penguin on its block of ice. =
=20He could see the barnacles which encrusted them, could see pale drowned=
things lying limply in the clefts of the wood. =20Because you w=
ent on living to find out what happened next, isn't that what you're reall=
y saying? =20He continued to feel this way until 1983, when he read The=
World According to Garp.Those were a long five minutes for Paul. =
=20He stopped, heart suddenly pounding. =
=20Paul thought he could hardly have missed it.=20Was =
it seven? =20But he had gone on working jus=
t the same.</font></p>
<p><font =20color=3D"#FFFFF3">Then he slowly rolled over on his sid=
e and began the terrible job of getting to his knees again. =20He=
gave the guide-lever a final wrench and rolled the wheelchair into place =
beside the window just as her key rattled in the lock. =20=
"Laughing, crying, Ian bent and hugged her, speaking her name over and ove=
r again. =20She had the luck of the devil, =
and when she was pressed she had almost the cleverness of the devil=A0=97 =
but almost was the key word. =20That is crazy, he told himself, and then=
he heard thought he did=A0=97 a little rustling sound, the sound of a wom=
an's starched skirt, perhaps, brushing lightly against the wall. =
=20He understood how she could like what he had written and still k=
now it was not right=A0=97 know it and say it not with an editor's sometim=
es untrustworthy literary sophistication but with Constant Reader's flat a=
nd uncontradictable certainty. =20And ain't half the ble=
edin=BBtown seen that old Papist monk that walks the battlements of Ridgeh=
eath Manor? =20Glimmering on her wrists an=
d fastening her to the lowest branch of the eucalyptus, which was the only=
tree in the clearing, was something the Bourkas had apparently taken a fa=
ncy to before sending Baron Heidzig into the mouth of the idol and to his =
undoubtedly terrible death: the Baron's blued steel handcuffs. =
=20He used the bedpan and it hurt to piss and he realized w=
ith some dismay that a urinary infection was probably setting in. =
=20and she thinks about what poor poor things they are, and maybe she th=
inks, It's this environment that's depressing me. =20Dr Frank Can=
ley, the admitting physician, said that Wilkes died of multiple skull frac=
tures and a broken neck. =20She followed Mr Rancho Grand=
e, shaking her finger at his back, those empty cartoon balloons issuing fr=
om her mouth. =20She did it with the ease of a woman sl=
iding a book into an empty slot in her bookcase. =20Paul slid=
down in the chair, still slumped to the right, and screamed again at the =
pain in his lower legs. =20There was a feeling about her of clots and roa=
dblocks rather than welcoming orifices or even open spaces, areas of hiatu=
s. =20When the carpet banked past him (her hair streamed out behind h=
er; her eyes were as bright and flinty as the eyes of a sea-captain naviga=
ting among icebergs), he saw it was woven all in green and white; it made =
a Colorado license plate. =20He brought his arms forward and do=
wn, letting the typewriter fly out of his hands. =20Paul was not particula=
rly sensitive, even though he had been a heavy smoker for nearly eighteen =
years, but his breathing had stopped nonetheless on at least one occasion =
(there might have been others, in the haze, that he did not remember). =
=20He opened it and saw a set of steep, r=
ickety stairs pitching and yawing their way into the cellar. =
=20The cellar lights shone on the zigzagging lightning-bolt the Lawn=
boy's blade had chopped into the gun's barrel. =20=
He tried to think of it as recycling and drank what he had managed to hold=
and then ticked his wet palms. =20And he had come as fast as he coul=
d, pushing his old Ford wagon to seventy in spite of the front-end shimmy =
that developed at speeds over fifty, but in the end it had all been for no=
thing.</font></p>
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