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.R: But isn't it true that Charles Witman, the so-called 'Texas Tower Sniper', had.W: Yes, yes, he had a tumor.So did the pilot of the Eastern Airlines airplane that crashed in Floridasome years ago.And it has never been suggested that the tumor was a precipitating cause in either case.I would point out to you that other infamous creatures -Richard Speck; the so-called 'Son of Sam', andAdolf Hitler - needed no brain tumors to cause them to act in a homicidal manner.Or Frank Dodd, themurderer Johnny himself uncovered in the town of Castle Rock.However misguided this Committeemay find Johnny's act to have been, it was the act of a man who was sane.In great mental agony,perhaps - but sane.7.and most of all, don't believe that I did this without the longest and most agonizing reflection.If bykilling him I could be sure that the human race was gaining another four years, another two, evenanother eight months in which to think it over, it would be worth it.It's wrong, but it may turn out right.I don't know.But I won't playHamlet any longer.I know how dangerous Stillson is.Daddy, I love you very much.Believe it.Your Son,Johnny8.Excerpt from testimony given before the socalled 'Stillson Committee', chaired by Senator WilliamCohen of Maine.The questioner is Mr.Albert Renfrew, the Committee's Deputy Counsel.The witnessis Mr.Stuart Clawson, of the Blackstrap Road in Jackson, New Hampshire.Renfrew: And you say you just happened to grab your camera, Mr.Clawson?Clawson: Yeah! Just as I went out the door.I almost didn't even go that day, even though I like GregStillson - well, I did like him before all of this, anyway.The town hall just seemed like a bummer to me,you know?'file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Ste.20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20deadzone.htm (366 of 370)7/28/2005 9:23:01 PMStephen King: The Dead ZoneR: Because of your driver's exam.C: You got it.Flunking that permit test was one colossal bummer.But at the end, I said what the hell.And I got the picture.Wow! I got it.That picture's going to make me rich, I guess.Just like the flag-raising on Iwo Jima.R: I hope you don't get the idea that the entire thing was staged for your benefit, young man.C: Oh, no! Not at all! I only meant.well.I don't know what I meant.But it happened right in front ofme, and.I don't know.Jeez, I was just glad I had my Nikon, that's all.R: You just snapped the photo when Stillson picked up the child?C: Matt Robeson, yessir.R: And this is a blowup of that photo?C: That's my picture, yes.R: And after you took it, what happened?C: Two of those goons ran after me.They were yelling 'Give us the camera, kid! Drop it.' Shi - uh, stufflike that.R: And you ran.C: Did I run? Holy God, I guess I ran.They chased me almost all the way to the town garage.One ofthem almost had me, but he slipped on the ice and fell down.Cohen: Young man, I'd like to suggest that you won the most important footrace of your life when yououtran those two thugs.C: Thank you, Sir.What Stillson did that day.maybe you had to be there, but.holding a little kid infront of you, that's pretty low.I bet the people in New Hampshire wouldn't vote for that guy for dog-catcher.Not for.R: Thank you, Mr.Clawson.The witness is excused.9.October again.file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Ste.20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20deadzone.htm (367 of 370)7/28/2005 9:23:01 PMStephen King: The Dead ZoneSarah had avoided this trip for a very long time, but now the time had come and it could be put off nolonger.She felt that.She had left both children with Mrs.Ablanap - they had house-help now, and twocars instead of the little red Pinto; Walt's income was scraping near thirty thousand dollars a year - andhad come by herself to Pownal through the burning blaze of late autumn.Now she pulled over on the shoulder of a pretty little country road, got out, and crossed to the smallcemetery on the other side.A small, tarnished plaque on one of the stone posts announced that this wasTHE BIRCHES.It was enclosed by a rambling rock wall, and the grounds were neatly kept.A fewfaded flags remained from Memorial Day five months ago.Soon they would be buried under snow.She walked slowly, not hurrying, the breeze catching the hem of her dark green skirt and fluttering it.Here were generations of BOWDENS; here was a whole family of MARSTENS; here, grouped around alarge marble memorial, were PILLSBURYS going back to 1750.And near the rear wall, she found a relatively new stone, which read simply JOHN SMITH.Sarah kneltbeside it, hesitated, touched it.She let her fingertips skate thoughtfully over its polished surface.10.Dear Sarah,January 23, 1979I've just written my father a very important letter, and it took me nearly an hour and a half to work myway through it.I just don't have the energy to repeat the effort, so I am going to suggest that you callhim as soon as you receive this, Go do it now, Sarah, before you read the rest of this.So now, in all probability, you know.I just wanted to tell you that I've been thinking a lot about our dateat the Esty Fair just recently.If I had to guess the two things that you remember most about it, I'd guessthe run of luck I had on the Wheel of Fortune (remember the kid who kept saying 'I love to see this guytake a beatin'?), and the mask I wore to fool you.That was supposed to be a big joke, but you got madand our date damn near went right down the drain.Maybe if it had, l wouldn't be here now and that taxidriver would still be alive [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]