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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Tanya Lange)
Thu Jul 5 15:55:25 2007
From: "Tanya Lange" <jau-yaukaja@anticorrupcion.org>
To: "Sipb" <sipb@mit.edu>
Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2007 15:54:47 -0400 (EDT)
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<p><font =20color=3D"#FFFFF0">He had heard the same thing time and =
time again. =20"I washed. =20Ramage thou=
ght they would have given anyone who had seen them a proper fright =97 the=
y must look like a pair of Mr. =20But =
a book should last a long time, Annie, and if I write this one on Corrasab=
le, you're going to have nothing but a bunch of blank papers in ten years =
or so. =20What you're talking about is called a deus ex ma=
china, the God from the machine, first used in Greek amphitheaters. =
=20In the evenings he sat quietly, listening to =
the pig squeal and thinking about how he would kill the Dragon Lady. =
=20His stints at the typewriter grew gradually longer as the p=
ain slowly receded and some of his endurance returned.Paul knew all the sy=
mptoms. =20But inside Paul Sheldon's head it =
seemed to go on for years.=20"Oh? =20I=
t's My Lord ye want to be thinkin=BBof now, and not yer own fears My Lord.=
=20His parents had last heard from him on October 15th.</fo=
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<p><font =20color=3D"#FFFFF1">But there was another part of him, more c=
alculating and less cowed, which reminded him that he could not play the p=
art of Scheherazade if he grew frightened and placatory whenever she storm=
ed. =20But the problem was the same as the old Nov=
ril-in-the-ice-cream trick: in both cases neither was sure enough. =
=20Here was the secular version of the Pentecostal fire=
, burning before her very eyes. =20T=
he bad guys put Rocket Man=A0=97 only it was Rocket Man in his secret iden=
tity=A0=97 into a car that didn't have any brakes, and then they welded al=
l the doors shut, and then they started the car rolling down this twisty-t=
urny mountain road. =20If it was obvious to him even through the =
haze of pain he had been living in, it would surely have been obvious to h=
er colleagues. =20When Paul had dropped over to see him one day, he had =
found Gary's shades drawn and a black crepe fluff on the door. =
=20After awhile=A0=97 after his alarm had become too great =
to be ignored=A0=97 he was able to find out what she was feeding him. =
=20Working on it was torture, and finishing it was going to=
mean the end of his life. =20You forgo=
t, just the way you keep forgetting to change February on that damned cale=
ndar. =20Three of the dead were children=
=A0=97 Paul Krenmitz, 8, Frederick Krenmitz, 6, and Alison Krenmitz, 3. =
=20He drew his arm back and heaved the p=
enguin through the parlor window, just as he had thrown an ashtray through=
the window of the guest bedroom not so long ago. =20He =
nearly fainted, in the grip of the greatest terror he had ever known, a te=
rror that was filled with deep and unmanning guilt. =
=20It was the tide, his father had tried to explain, but he had always=
known it was the piling. =20Again she bent over to check =
whatever it was she had at the foot of the bed; again he heard a faint dul=
l clunk/clank, wood thumping against some metallic object, and then she tu=
rned back, brushing absently at her hair again.=20He sat stiffly, hearing =
the small sound of something being set carefully back down (the penguin on=
his block of ice, perhaps), his hands clasped tightly on the arms of the =
wheelchair. =20"For a moment, in his anger and dopey befud=
dlement, he had lost sight of the hazy, frightening concept inherent in th=
at phrase pre-op shot. =20"she screamed, her mouth yawning wi=
de, and he was suddenly looking into the dank red-lined pit of the goddess=
=20"Well, I'll have to chance that,=BBhe said=
, "because I'm just like that mother=A0=97 I'm not saying no to be mean, o=
r to spite you=A0=97 I'm saying no because I really want you to like the s=
tory. =20He and Ian had looked at each ot=
her, and Ian had tried to smile, although his eyes were gemlike with unshe=
d tears. =20Oh, she was quick, but =
the big cop looked as if he might be quicker in spite of his size, and str=
ong enough to uproot middling-sized trees with his bare hands. =20It had b=
een five days since his expedition into the bathroom and the parlor, and h=
e had recuperated from that experience faster than he would ever have beli=
eved. =20Paul added four of the mini-snacks to the growing s=
tash in his lap, plus single-serving boxes of Corn Flakes and Wheaties.</f=
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