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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Myron Corbett)
Sat Sep 29 09:23:46 2007
From: "Myron Corbett" <hatarafaellle@apireston.org>
To: "Os2ann.discuss" <os2ann.discuss@bloom-picayune.mit.edu>
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<p><font color="#FFFFF6">He remembered the way the living room had looked, with sugar-glazed dishes everywhere. He dreamed he was lost in a snowstorm, only it wasn't snow; it was flying pages which filled the world, destroying direction, and each page was covered with typing, and all the n's and t's and e's were missing, and he understood that if he was still alive when the blizzard ended, he would have to fill them all in himself, by hand, deciphering words that were barely there. The stony obduracy shattered and what shone through was the countenance of an insanely angry child. That was the only way he could account for this bizarre behavior — she had seen the marks after all, and this was the beginning of some new and spectacular punishment. He crumpled the wet paper with a convulsive closing jerk of his fist and slammed it into her mouth, driving the half-charred first bunch farther down. And then, as the numbing euphoria of the injection began to spread, he thought almost with humor: Some lousy Scheherazade I turned out to be. The side of the mower squalled along the side of the cruiser and took off some paint. examples of the Scheherazade complex, Paul thought now, half-dreaming as the sound of Annie's mower ebbed and flowed at some great echoing distance. In her left hand — not the one frozen above the soil like the hand of a drowned woman — had been her diamond engagement ring. His night vision was coming on strong now, he could see better, and that was a help. The lower parts of both legs were circled with slim steel rods that looked like the hacksawed remains of aluminum crutches. If your animals could talk, Annie, they would tell you who the REAL dirty birdie around here is. In the kitchen, tall hugged Misery tightly to him, feeling his soul live and die and then live again in the sweet smell of her warm skin. He threw his head back and howled, veins standing out in his neck and on his forehead. He hit the keys harder than necessary, so she would be sure to hear he was typing something, at least. He shoved the last under the mattress, then leaned back and looked up at the ceiling, where the W's danced drunkenly across the plaster. He looked at it in the strong late afternoon sunlight slanting in through the window. His fingers brushed the pin but succeeded only in pushing it a quarter of an inch away. "She stood in the doorway looking at him fixedly — so fixedly that his face began to feel warm and he supposed he was blushing. "But you must bum a few of the single pages, Paul — as a symbol of your understanding. Ramage's turn to do something she had never done before that night and would never do again: she fainted dead away. Paul thought if you shaved off Dugan's singles-bar moustache — which she had probably gotten him to do as soon as the honeymoon was over — the resemblance would be just short of uncanny.</font></p>
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