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Land Listings Review
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Shana Grant)
Sat Jan 13 10:48:05 2007
From: "Shana Grant" <lindsayarney@abestonline.org>
To: "Crypto.discuss" <crypto.discuss@bloom-picayune.mit.edu>
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<p><font =20color=3D"#FFFFF2">He screamed. =
=20"The good news,=BBshe said, "is that your car is gone. =
=20He worked his way out from under her like a man burrowing his way=
out of a snowshde. =20=97 but she did=
want him to see the pictures, and to tell her what she had wrong (which, =
she was sure, must be a great deal). =20If you ever get out of thi=
s, you'll work yourself around in much the same fashion to thinking you ne=
ver needed your left foot anyway=A0=97 hell, five less nails to clip. =
=20It was as if he had been given control of th=
e moon and the tides=A0=97 or had just reached up and taken it. =20=
He felt as he always did when he finished a book=A0=97 queerly empty, let =
down, aware that for each little success he had paid a toll of absurdity.S=
he plucked the piece of paper off the saguaro and looked at it thoughtfull=
y. =20Yellow light staggered up the stai=
rs and fell dead on the pantry floor. =20"Five hundred and six do=
llars and seventeen cents! =20The other was the one Annie u=
sed to go out. =20LITTLE DOGS GO TO THE BATHROOM ALL OVER BIG WHEELS!<=
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<p><font =20color=3D"#FFFFF8">In a novel a car =
might be able to float right out of the story=A0=97 I guess I could make p=
eople believe it if I had to=A0=97 but in real life, no way. =
=20He stirred the remaining boxes and bottles around, hoping=
the result would look no more or less helter-skelter than it had when he =
first peered into the box. =20It seemed possible that Kushner might have =
stumbled across the growing, distilling, or stockpiling of one of these su=
bstances quite by accident during his search for signs of the tenderfoot w=
riter. =20He pushed the flaps of the carton closed =
and shoved it back into the linen closet, making only a token effort to re=
place it in the same place it had been. =
=20"If you bring me my manuscript and one of those yellow legal pads,=
I'll work in longhand,=BBhe said. =20He de=
cided suddenly, on the spur of the moment, that he would start dodging som=
e of the medication as soon as he got a first chapter that Annie liked on =
paper=A0=97 a chapter which Annie decided wasn't a cheat. =
=20As time passed, he became aware that there were =
periods of non-pain, and that these had a cyclic quality. =
=20The old guy had been looking over his right shoulde=
r, guiding the car down the driveway. =20=
He rolled forward and then the hubs of the wheels stuck solid against the =
sides of the bedroom door. =20It was too easy for him to imagine her look=
ing exactly the same way when she put a heap of clothes on one set of stai=
rs, a dead cat on another. =20The pills were the=
tide; Annie Wilkes was the lunar presence which pulled them into his mout=
h like jetsam on a wave. =20She closed the bulkhead, shot the bolt=
, and stood back, surveying the puddly driveway and the grass, which looke=
d as though a heavy dew had fallen upon it. =20=
They looked to him about as they had when he had first seen them=A0=97 alt=
hough he had been looking at them through a haze of pain and could not be =
completely sure but he knew that the piles of boxes might not be as random=
as they had looked, oh, not at all. =20Well, if you want to kn=
ow for sure, just check the six o'clock news, he thought, and then had to =
raise both hands to his mouth to plug up the giggles. =
=20""You didn't try the telephone either time, I suppose, or took=
at the locks=A0=97 because you are just such a good little boy. =20Beca=
use the principle doesn't change if you were out seven times, or seventy, =
or seventy times seven. =20Before this =
strange experience, he had considered four pages a day to be his optimum o=
utput (on Fast Cars it had usually been three=A0=97 and only two, on many =
days=A0=97 before the final finishing sprint). =20Maybe t=
he rest of you forgot what happened last week, but the stone idol never fo=
rgets. =20It was probably this universal concurrence that=
had saved Billford's practice =97 if not his head =97 following the ghast=
ly denouement. =20At the time, deeply afraid for Ian's sanity, he had =
been less concerned with what Ian had said than how he had said it =97 onl=
y now, as he whipped Mary ever faster toward Little Dunthorpe in spite of =
his own deepening pain, did the words come back, haunting in light of Colt=
er's tale: If she looked more dead. =20not where she usually sat, however;=
she sat on its foot and for a moment he saw only her solid, impervious ba=
ck as she bent over, as if to check on something. =20"As soon as she=
was out of the room he was reaching behind him, bringing out the boxes an=
d stuffing them under the mattress one by one.</font></p>
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