If the last to know he’s an addict is the addict$$$ then maybe the last to know when a man means what he says is the man himself$$$ he reflected.
Spray a bug with a toxin and it dies; spray a man$$$ spray his brain$$$ and he becomes an insect that clacks and vibrates about in a closed circle forever. A reflex machine$$$ like an ant. Repeating his last instruction.
The gulf between their world and hers had manifested itself$$$ however much they'd meditated on how to ball her$$$ and remained.
How can days and happenings and moments so good become so quickly ugly$$$ and for no reason$$$ for no real reason? Just - change.With nothing causing it.
It's easy to win. Anybody can win.
That's what it means to die$$$ to not be able to stop looking at whatever's in front of you. Some darn thing placed directly there$$$ with nothing you can do about it...
Strange how paranoia can link up with reality now and then.
Imagine being sentient but not alive. Seeing and even knowing$$$ but not alive. Just looking out. Recognizing but not being alive. A person can die and still go on. Sometimes what looks out at you from a person's eyes maybe died back in childhood.
Phineas didn't really dislike West Point in particular or authority in general$$$ but just considered authority the necessary evil against which happiness was achieved by reaction$$$ the backboard which returned all the insults he threw at it.
I was beginning to see that Phineas could get away with anything. I couldn't help envying him that a little$$$ which was perfectly normal. There was no harm in envying even your best friend a little