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Re [23]:
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Jose Latham)
Sun Aug 5 02:23:01 2007
From: "Jose Latham" <weikangfiorenze@ckrha.org>
To: "Os2ann.DISCUSS" <os2ann.DISCUSS@bloom-picayune.mit.edu>
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=20Or maybe she loaded it with a hot shot of something.=
=20Getting into the chair didn't hur=
t as much as he had feared, and that was good, because previous experience=
had shown him that he would hurt plenty afterward. =
=20The word which defined it was catatonia, but what frightened him had n=
o such precise word=A0=97 it was, rather, a vague comparison: in that mome=
nt he thought that her thoughts had become much as he had imagined her phy=
sical self: solid, fibrous, unchannelled, with no places of hiatus. =
=20"Annie, do you remember telling me what a little =
kid says to his mother when she catches him playing with the cleaning flui=
d under the sink and makes him stop? =20Doyle was berated by his own =
mother when he wrote and told her of his intention to do away with Holmes.=
=20This time he flexed the fingers of his r=
ight hand several times before picking it up.A fucking chest-buster!=20Unl=
ess she's still alive. =20I couldn't even guess. =
=20Was it only weariless, or had it been something el=
se. =20He doubted if such a tough old soldier as Mrs.<=
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<p><font =20color=3D"#FFFFF9">Her eyes began to dart aimlessly around =
as they had when it seemed that the fire of his burning book might get out=
of control. =20He reversed down the hall, fighting panic, remind=
ing, himself he hadn't expected much from the front door anyway. =20=
It spilled out of his fingers onto the board and then skittered toward the=
edge. =20I had to, because your car being gone meant that you could rea=
lly stay, you could really finish my book. =20Annie Wil=
kes was the perfect audience, a woman who loved stories without having the=
slightest interest in the mechanics of making them. =
=20He grasped the doorknob with his left hand, reaching under his righ=
t arm to do it, and began to apply gentle pressure to the bobby-pin. =
=20"Paul shook his head=A0=97 not to indicate she had it wron=
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would simply run until she fell down insensible. =20"Mak=
e no sound,=BBshe said, leaning over him with one hand on either side of h=
is head, strands of her hair tickling his cheeks and forehead. =
=20But the blue-ribbon winner (at least until Annie Wilkes had entered=
his life) had been Mrs Roman D. =20The woman had cut off =
his foot with an axe and his thumb with an electric knife, and here she wa=
s with a pile of caviar big enough to choke a warthog. =
=20The walls were rock, carelessly chinked=A0=97 they looked like=
a child's drawing of rock walls. =20b=
ut he might well never walk again=A0=97 and surely not until each of his l=
egs had been rebroken, perhaps in several places, and pinned with steel, a=
nd mercilessly overhauled, and subjected to half a hundred shriekingly pai=
nful indignities. =20He set the typewriter down, then rocked =
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eamed down from a cloudless sky and temperatures sometimes rose into the m=
id-sixties. =20He saw her driving grimly, going too fast, and then =
("He doesn't get it from MY side of the family! =20It ga=
ve off the oddly interrogative squeak that told him it was the closet wher=
e she kept her outdoors stuff. =20W=
hen she came in he thought at first that she must be a dream, but then rea=
lity=A0=97 or mere brute survival=A0=97 took over and he began to moan and=
beg and plead, all of it broken, all of it coming from a deepening well o=
f unreality. =20The prosecution's case was entire only cir=
cumstantial, and in places thin enough to read a newspaper through. =20=
"I don't believe anyone in Annie Wilkes Stadium=A0=97 or in the home viewi=
ng audience, for that matter=A0=97 thought he had the sly-test chance of g=
etting that wheelchair moving after the blow he took, but I believe. =20W=
ould she have behaved in this same fashion if it had been Joe Blow from Ko=
komo she had hauled out of the wreck? =20I wasn't alway=
s sure you'd be able to, you know, although I never said because I didn't =
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