[11906] in libertarians
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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Abraham Finn)
Thu Jul 19 21:56:17 2007
From: "Abraham Finn" <adeylevon@adh-human-dignity-action.org>
To: "Lib4alum" <lib4alum@mit.edu>
Reply-To: "Erna Mohr" <hodedomoni@achievetampabay.org>
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to work=A0=97 not at first. =20She laid =
a neatly folded towel beside it and left without saying a word. =
=20Saw him melting magically through the bulkhead and reintegrating h=
is corpse's body down here. =20The fifth was s=
till burning; he put it out with the already blistered heel of his right h=
and as he stuffed it in. =20He closed his eyes and saw=
Annie removing the jack and squeezing Elmer's Glue into the hole in the m=
odule. =20When he came back to his former st=
ate of semi-consciousness, he was able to make the connection between the =
piling and his current situation=A0=97 it seemed to float into his hand. =
=20He wrote undisturbed for the next four hours=A0=97 until the points o=
n all three of the pencils she had sharpened for him were written flat=A0=97=
and then he rolled himself back to the bed, got in, and went easily off t=
o sleep."She paused. =20. =20then stopped. =
=20March 19th, 1969. =
=20Work his way to the edge of the road and flag down a car.<=
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<p><font =20color=3D"#FFFFF8">He wished he =
was dead, but through the pain-soaked haze that filled his mind like a sum=
mer storm-cloud, he did not know he wished it. =20Outside, the wi=
nd gusted more strongly than it had yet done, slapping cold rain against t=
he house, and Paul shrank away from it, moaning and afraid, trying despera=
tely hard to hold himself together and not burst into tears. =
=20He dreamed he was lost in a snowstorm, only i=
t wasn't snow; it was flying pages which filled the world, destroying dire=
ction, 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 bl=
izzard ended, he would have to fill them all in himself, by hand, decipher=
ing words that were barely there. =20Oak =
Hall was the inheritance of Albert Fossington, a schoolmate of Geoffrey's =
and Ian's. =20Only had to kill one roommate to do it, too, P=
aul thought, and donkeyed his shrill, frightened laugh. =20=
He would walk with a limp for the rest of his life the doctors told him, b=
ut he would walk, and eventually he would walk without pain. =
=20It's why I couldn't remember where I was all those times they =
kept asking me about. =20Overlying even all this =
was a picture, which grew clearer and clearer (as if a giant slide had bee=
n projected against the cloud in which he lay) as time passed. =20=
I repeat, a tomado watch=A0=97 But it was time to stop playing games and g=
et down to business. =20Forgetting to make th=
e quarterly property-tax payment is a hell of a lot more serious than forg=
etting to change the calendar page, and you're upset because this is the f=
irst time you forgot something that big. =20For she was all =
in white =97 had not even paused long enough to gather up her robe. =
=20He hit the keys harder than necessary, so she would be sure to hear he=
was typing something, at least. =20Something had happen=
ed when he was asleep, someone had come, or perhaps Annie had had a change=
of heart or mind. =20It could be spoiled, he knew that=
but in spite of the reputed fragility of the creative act, it had always =
been the single toughest thing, the most abiding thing, in his life=A0=97 =
nothing had ever been able to pollute that crazy well of dreams: no drink,=
no drug, no pain. =20In his current situation, however, such =
niceties hardly seemed worth examination. =20He reached across his body wi=
th the pin and slipped it into the keyhole, listening as the sportscaster =
in his mind (so vivid! =20In a numb sort of way he understood and app=
reciated the bravery of the act, of making little lives that weren't, crea=
ting the appearance of motion and the illusion of warmth. =
=20That is crazy, he told himself, and then he heard thought=
he did=A0=97 a little rustling sound, the sound of a woman's starched ski=
rt, perhaps, brushing lightly against the wall. =20=
When she came in he thought at first that she must be a dream, but then re=
ality=A0=97 or mere brute survival=A0=97 took over and he began to moan an=
d beg and plead, all of it broken, all of it coming from a deepening well =
of unreality. =20And when that's done, I believe I'll se=
e if I can do anything about getting the fuck out of here, Annie. =20He sa=
id if that was the case, he guessed I probably knew what I was talking abo=
ut. =20I held it all the time you were gone, Annie, but I can't hold it m=
uch longer, and I don't want to wet myself again.</font></p>
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