Would that really be so bad? The image of Annie Wilkes as an African idol out of She or King Solomons Mines was both ludicrous and queerly apt.
That was what came next. Psychotics, rocked in the poison cradles of their own egos, want to do everyone handy a favor and take them along. At first he thought he was dreaming about his own book, that the dark was the dream-dark of the caves behind the huge stone head of the Bourka Bee-Goddess and the sting was that of a bee — "Paul? He slowly backed the wheelchair across the bathroom, glancing behind himself occasionally to make sure he wasnt wandering off-course.
The first sweep of the axe did no more than knock the wind from him — this was really what he thought until he landed on the carpet smelling his own blood. and I dont think I like your face.
He brought his arms forward and down, letting the typewriter fly out of his hands. The first two blows had perhaps not gone deep enough to do much damage, but this time the crosss support post went at least three inches into the kneeling troopers back, driving him flat.