Its all of a piece, I thought. Its an echo so close to perfect you cant tell which one is the living voice and which is the ghost voice returning. For a moment, everything was clear, and when that happens, you see that the world is barely there at all. Dont we all secretly know this? Its a perfectly balanced mechanism of shouts and echoes pretending to be wheels and cogs, a dream clock chiming beneath a mystery glass we call Life. Behind it, below it and around it? Chaos, storms, men with hammers, men with knives, men with guns. Women who twist what they cannot dominate and belittle what they cannot understand. A universe of horror and loss surrounding a single lighted stage where mortals dance in defiance of the dark. - Jake, in Stephen Kings 11-22-63: A Novel. Now dont tell me again that Stephen Kings writing is not worth your snooty regard. Its passages like this that give me a view of his insight and inspiration.
Posted on: Sat, 05 Jul 2014 18:57:31 +0000
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