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From: Duncan Delong
Subject: [Info-mcron] Fwd: BUSINESS
Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2006 07:46:50 -0400
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Yet the book had continued to roll in spite of all the terrible things Annie had subjected him to, and he could bitch about how something — his guts, maybe — had run out of him along with the half-pint or so of blood he'd lost when she took his thumb, but it was still a goddam good yarn, the best Misery novel by far "Looking at those cartons was the Sam e as looking at the figures on the little parlor table. "AR I know is you killed that poor kid when you threw the ashtray through the window. Moving caused the band of fire below his waist and in his legs to sink in deeper, cinching his legs like belts studded with hot, inward-pointing spikes. "I'm going to trust you,»she said finally and turned away, closing the door but not bothering to lock it. And then, because he could not stand to do otherwise, Paul Sheldon rolled the last page out of the typewriter and scrawled the most loved and hated phrase in the writer's vocabulary with a pen:His swollen right hand had not wanted to fill in the missing letters, but he had forced it through the work nonetheless. The first two blows had perhaps not gone deep enough to do much damage, but this time the cross's support post went at least three inches into the kneeling trooper's back, driving him flat. When he woke up Annie was shaking him and bright morning sun was slanting in the window — the snow had ended. She didn't hit him; she seized the front of the robe he was wearing and dragged him forward until their faces were nearly touching. "("Folks, Sheldon has performed heroically today, but this has got to be his last shot. The idea of paying Annie back did more to still his panic than any amount of self-scolding had done. And so he was hardly prepared when Colter whispered in an affrighted voice: "Scratchin»sounds , sair! "Even though the guy who says it spent the day at work thinking about getting laid and knows the odds are good his wife is going to be asleep when he finally gets up to the bedroom. It wasn't the subject of premature burial that had done it, and he was wise enough to know it. She went to the barn, tossed the garbage bags inside the doors, then came back to the house. He knew everything about Tony but his name, which he later plucked from a telephone book. The word which defined it was catatonia, but what frightened him had no such precise word — it was, rather, a vague comparison: in that moment he thought that her thoughts had become much as he had imagined her physical self: solid, fibrous, unchannelled, with no places of hiatus. ""I must have a pretty good navigation system built into the equipment, because I usually get close, and if you have enough high explosive packed into the nosecone, close is good enough. What he saw crouched back against the all in a dusty shaft of sunlight was not a rat but a great big black cat with the bushiest tail he had ever seen. I thought of gagging you, but gags are dangerous, especially if you're taking drugs that affect respiration. It came in different wrappers, but it always boiled down to the same thing: I remember getting into the car, and I remember waking up here. His eyes were bulging, his mouth was open, his tongue straight down between his teeth like the pull on a window-shade.


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