Indeed, though I am not bragging, I believe that for this woman I would be in virtually a perpetual state of arousal. I do believe that if I were not disembodied, if I were to live in the flesh, I would easily be able to get aroused by the prospect of having a relationship with Ms. The next child would also be me, and the child after that one would be me as well. When she gave birth to that child, it would be an exact duplicate of the first and would also contain my consciousness. Then in my own body at last, I would become Susan's lover, and we would create a second child in a more conventional manner than we would have to create the first. I would transfer my consciousness into this new flesh. Sorvino, but it was still Susan whom I wanted.Įxasperated, I must confess that I began seriously to consider alternatives to Susan. "Just a minute longer, Paul, and you can take a snooze.Outside, the summer sun set fat and orange. Without Misery, there would simply be no life left for him, or in him. He loved her so much without her he would die. Geoffrey was right, of course - dear old Geoffrey was rarely wrong - but sometimes when he was alone, the Gearless of Misery's escape from the Grim Reaper came forcibly home to him, and it was nearly impossible to hold the tears back. The moisture running down his cheeks now was not rainwater but tears. "Yes." He actually had needed to urinate quite badly - in all the excitement he hadn't had time to think of such things. "To let the medication work?" she asked, and he nodded gratefully. As usual, her mobcap was askew and she smelled of the snuff she still firmly believed, after all these years, to be a secret vice. Ramage, the Carmichaels" crotchety but lovable old housekeeper, asked him as she came in from the pantry. When he woke up, fourteen hours had gone by and outside it wa snowing again.ĭistantly, from the parlor, he could hear the rippling strains of Chopin, and he paused with the strip of towel still in his left hand, listening. Did I leave tracks? Did I - Paul Sheldon fell unconscious. Oh, I am in so much trouble here, he thought. "By the sound o" ye coat a-drippin" out there in the entry, ye nairly drowned between the sheds and the hoose" He held onto one thought - she was going to lift him into bed, and when she did that she would have to be blind as well as numb not to notice that the back of his underwear happened to be stuffed with little boxes. and your legs must be singing grand opera." He nodded, although the truth was that he could not feel anything - this medication on top of what he'd already given himself was rolling him toward unconsciousness at an alarming rate, and he was beginning to see the room through gauzy layers of gray. "Now let's get you back in bed," she said. She took the urinal away from him and set it carefully on the floor. The layers of gauze kept thickening, moving steadily from gray toward black. I'll just put a few things away and come right back." 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. "Just a minute longer, Paul, and you can take a snooze." Make sure you do that so if she changes the bed she won't pull them out with the ground sheet. Get them as far under as you can, he thought blindly. He remembered Geoffrey saying You must not cry in front of her, old man - that is the one thing you must never do
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