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Could you let me in on — Then it came, it came at once, the way all the really ideas came, rounded and smooth and utterly persuasive in its baleful perfection. Not just on my scrapbook but in this hallway and across my dresser drawers upstairs. From — Then, cutting cleanly through this like a sharp knife, came her agitated, almost-screaming voice: Do you think that when they put me up there on the stand in Den — Up on the stand. She tossed the body into the corner and wiped her hand indifferently on the sheet, leaving long red smears. But for the handwritten captions on the backs, they could have been photos in one of those WHAT IS THIS PICTURE? Then, around sun-up on the day after she had left, I Got the Hungries actually gave King of Pain a brief run for his money. He was sure he could hoist himself into the chair, knew it was probably a bad idea to let Annie know he could, but he needed his other fix, goddammit, and he could not write lying here in bed. A dream of the goddess, the face of the goddess, looming black over the jungle green, brooding and eroded Psychotics can cope in the world — after a fashion — and sometimes, as I think you well know, they get away with some very nasty shit. Old enough and bright enough, maybe, to spill some kerosene around a cheap liquor bottle, then light a candle, and put the candle in the middle of the kerosene. He gave the guide-lever a final wrench and rolled the wheelchair into place beside the window just as her key rattled in the lock. It was as if he had been given control of the moon and the tides — or had just reached up and taken it. At five o'clock she would serve him a light supper, and at seven she would roll in the black-and-white television and they would watch M*A*S*H* and WKRP in Cincinnati. He closed his eyes, opened them, saw the same old nothing, and was suddenly angry. Her smile suddenly collapsed into a narrow watchfulness he didn't like much — it was like discovering a deep crevasse almost obscured by summer flowers in the midst of a smiling, jocund meadow. "He thought Colter would then speak of sounds which might, be no more than the wind in the trees, sounds amplified by his own imagination, of course — or perhaps a badger bumbling its way down to Little Dunthorpe Stream, which lay behind the churchyard. There were big window over the sink and they would let in a lot of light even on cloudy days. "She laughed — a small crazy titter which seemed to come from that slack face as if by ventriloquism. It would be nice to believe he had performed heroically, but he supposed it was only that escape thing again, because the pain had been really dreadful. "As soon as she was out of the room he was reaching behind him, bringing out the boxes and stuffing them under the mattress one by one. He had taken none of them — knowing he had them put aside, a form of Annie-insurance, was enough. That the latter had begun to look slightly more attractive than the former said all that probably needed to be said about the worsening state of his body, mind, and spirit.