[7151] in im locker bugs
Re:
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Darla Timmons)
Thu Aug 2 11:45:54 2007
From: "Darla Timmons" <timoteocelinka@ncbar.org>
To: "Bug-3.091" <bug-3.091@mit.edu>
Date: Thu, 2 Aug 2007 11:45:36 -0400 (EDT)
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imes he stopped. =20"Imaginings? =
=20The book-time the characters spend living i=
n the story and the real time the novelist spends writing it all down. =
=20As she came in, he was surprised to =
find himself able to say it, and say it with a certain amount of dignity: =
"Go ahead and kill me, Annie, if that's what you mean to do, but at least =
have the decency to make it quick. =20Then, like a hideous flashb=
ack to that day when his mother had caught him smoking, Annie called cheer=
ily: "Paul? =20He felt a flush of shame and hu=
miliation warming his face, but now they were mixed with real anger: it ha=
d bloomed from a spark into a tiny sunken flame. =
=20"Suddenly she kicked the front bumper of Mr Rancho Grande's car, kicked=
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ozed, woke, dozed. =20She realized that neithe=
r Mr. =20Just let them look under there =
and they'll see plenty out of the ordinary. =20"I just =
hadn't got around to it yet,=BBAnnie said sullenly. =
=20But a dead man couldn't write a book any more than he cou=
ld buy a new piano.</font></p>
<p><font =20color=3D"#FFFFF0">He looked sixty-five but mi=
ght be eighty; he might be the senior partner of a law firm or the semi-re=
tired patriarch of a construction company, but was more likely a rancher o=
r a realtor. =20He shoved the last under the mattress, then leaned back an=
d looked up at the ceiling, where the W's danced drunkenly across the plas=
ter. =20, you raised your hand if you thought she had, lef=
t it down if you thought she had blown it. =20They'd probably say somethi=
ng crazy like I made a pass at him and he laughed at me and so I killed hi=
m! =20This dragged his left leg slightly askew, and the bolt of pain =
in his crushed knee was enough to wake him up. =20He heard the thu=
d of first one knee from behind him, then the other, then the first again.=
=20Paul had known writers who found it imposs=
ible to write after so much as a minor marital spat, and he himself usuall=
y found it impossible to write when upset. =20He called for her five mi=
nutes later, and listened to her heavy, somehow toneless tread on the stai=
rs. =20He sat up and saw that the men themselves were=
also identical=A0=97 they were all him. =20Then, just before the car g=
ot to the edge, the door banged open and out he flew onto the road! =20I=
f someone noticed a light in my cellar, they might stop to investigate, dr=
iveway chain or no driveway chain, note or no note. =
=20During the two days following Annie's trip to town to pay he=
r tax-bill, Paul tried to forget his failure to take advantage of what cou=
ld have been a golden opportunity to escape and concentrated on getting Mi=
sery back to Mrs Ramage's cottage instead. =20There was=
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s or even open spaces, areas of hiatus. =20After a tune, a small pie=
ce of steel fell out onto the board across the arms of the wheelchair. =
=20He turned the page and discovered another =
clipping from the Bakersfield Journal=A0=97 the last, as it turned out. =
=20"She stared at him, that furious black =
gaze, and must have seen the truth in his face, because after a moment she=
slung him contemptuously back in the chair. =20"So then you saw=
that the road just ended at this cliff,=BBshe said, "and everyone in the =
theater knew that if Rocket Main didn't get out of that old Hudson before =
it got to the cliff he was a gone goose. =20Still trying to imagine why =
the ex-nurse who had taken him prisoner might have once been put on the st=
and in Denver, Paul drifted off to sleep.=20The following week's paper ide=
ntified him as Andrew Pomeroy, age twenty-three, of Cold Stream Harbor, Ne=
w York. =20Defense was able to show dozens of other occasions when An=
nie had entered the ward and nothing untoward had happened. =
=20Her first thought upon coming out of her faint was that My Lord must =
help them =97 hadn't he been there in all things, through thick and thin, =
never wavering? =20She was here, but had become part of a socio-sexua=
l corporation called "Mr and Mrs Ralph Dugan".</font></p>
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