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Getting mad won't change a thing. Oh, but it's not — there is a theme here, Paul. He was surprised at how calm he felt — the strongest emotion in him right now was mild annoyance at being interrupted just when it was starting to float like a butterfly and sting like a bee. It had been damp; Scotch tape did not like the damp; in many cases her Ludlumesque little traps had undoubtedly just peeled off and floated away on some random draft. except what surprised them wouldn't surprise her, and that gave her an outside chance, anyway. He waited patiently for her to return, eating his soup as he did so, holding the spoon awkwardly between the first and second fingers of his left hand. She stood in the doorway, holding a bottle of champagne wrapped in a strip of towelling.She had become unplugged. The key rattled in the lock. "Annie,»he said patiently, "this is no big deal. Looks like I've got other fish to fry. Oh God please please help me — He slumped farther in spite of the pain.

This book, he began to understand, was a gothic novel, and thus was more dependent on plot than on situation. His stints at the typewriter grew gradually longer as the pain slowly receded and some of his endurance returned. Then Annie was swerving up the side lawn, using it to turn, and her gaze fell on Paul for one second and Paul felt sure he knew what that momentary gaze meant. He hadn't lived the life of a hero or a saint, but he did not intend to die like an exotic bird in a zoo. "If you're such a rotten story-teller, how come you have best-sellers and millions of people love the books you write? Paul went on, wanting to take a cab, but he was supposed to walk at least a mile every day and this was his mile and it hurt like hell and to take his mind off the mile he started wondering where that kid had come from, where the shopping cart had come from, and most of all where the skunk had come from. And then one day the hole widened to VistaVision width and the light shone through like a sunray in a Cecil B. There were lots of sardines in those flat rectangular cans with the key under the paper. He understood — now, finally — that he was a bit of a dullard at doing this trick, but it was the only one he knew, and if he always ended up doing it ineptly, he at least never failed to do it with love. He knew that the Novril wouldn't take care of the pain, but it was better than nothing. The hypothetical old prude might have run screaming from the sight of Misery, but her screams would have been caused by terror and revulsion rather then outraged propriety. She has the luck of the devil himself, Paul thought drearily, and watched as she put the mower in neutral and then pushed it off the trooper with one hard shove. An awful memory bloomed there in the dark: his mother had taken him to the Boston Zoo, and he had been looking at a great big bird. It would not do to forget the simple fact that he was risking his life every time he left his room. "Us dirty birdies are never all that funny, but we never stop trying — you have to give us that,»he muttered. But that was then and this is now; now the pressure is starting to build up again. He felt more and more convinced that her eyes, which appeared to move, were actually just painted on, and they moved no more than the eyes of portraits which appear to follow you to wherever you move in the room where they hang. It seemed possible that Kushner might have stumbled across the growing, distilling, or stockpiling of one of these substances quite by accident during his search for signs of the tenderfoot writer. Writing may be masturbatory, but God forbid it should be an act off autocannibalism. A square of stiff white paper had caught on the spines of a small cactus Annie had set out in May. Her world was corny and melodramatic, but that did not change the fact that returning there had been nowhere near as distasteful as he had expected — it had been, in fact, rather comforting, like putting on a pair of old slippers. But babies, defective or not, weren't the same as old folks dying of renal failure or car-crash victims brought in still somehow alive in spite of heads which were only half there or steering-wheel-sized holes in their guts.