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-----She smiled darkly and shook her head. “I’m not crazy. I’m not. Of course what else would a crazy person
claim? That’s the Kaaesque genius of it all. If you’re not crazy but people have told the world you are,
then all your protests to the contrary just underscore their point. Do you see what I’m saying?”
“Sort of,” Teddy said.
“Look at it as a syllogism. Let’s say the syllogism begins with this principle: ‘Insane men deny that they
are insane.’ You follow?” “Sure,” Teddy said.
“Okay, part two: ‘Bob denies he is insane.’ Part three, the ‘ergo’ part. ‘Ergo—Bob is insane.’ “ She placed
the scalpel on the ground by her knee and stoked the fire with a stick. “If you are deemed insane, then
all actions that would oherwise prove you are not do, in actuality, fall into the framework of an insane
person’s actions. Your sound protests constitute denial. Your valid fears are deemed paranoia. Your
survival instincts are labeled defense mechanisms. It’s a no-win situation. It’s a death penalty really.
Once you’re here, you’re not getting out. No one leaves Ward C. No one. Well, a few have, okay, I’ll
grant you, a few have gotten out. But they’ve had surgery. In the brain. Squish—right through the eye.
It’s a barbaric medical practice, unconscionable, and I told them that. I fought them. I wrote letters. And
they could’ve removed me, you know? They could’ve fired me or dismissed me, let me take a teaching
post or even practice out of state, but that wasn’t good enough. They couldn’t let me leave, just couldn’t
do that. No, no, no.”
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“You were a ballbuster overseas, weren’t you?”
“I was a battalion sergeant with a bunch of kids under my command. Half of ‘em died without ever
getting laid. You don’t ‘nice’ your way to respect, you fucking scare it into ‘em.”
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Was he suicidal?
He supposed he was. He couldn’t remember a day since Dolores’s death when he hadn’t thought of
joining her, and it sometimes went further than that. Sometimes he felt as if continuing to live was an
act of cowardice. What was the point of buying groceries, of filling the Chrysler tank, of shaving, putting
on socks, standing in yet another line, picking a tie, ironing a shirt, washing his face, combing his hair,
cashing a check, renewing his license, reading the paper, taking a piss, eating—alone, always alone—
going to a movie, buying a record, paying bills, shaving again, washing again, sleeping again, waking up
again...
.. if none of it brought him closer to her?
He knew he was supposed to move on. Recover. Put it behind him. His few stray friends and few stray
relatives had said as much, and he knew that if he were on the outside looking in, he would tell that
other Teddy to buck up and suck in your gut and get on with the rest of your life.
But to do that, he’d have to find a way to put Dolores on a shelf, to allow her to gather dust in the hope
that enough dust would accumulate to soften his memory of her. Mute her image. Until one day she’d
be less a person who had lived and more the dream of one. They say, Get over her, you have to get over
her, but get over to what? To this fucking life? How am I going to get you out of my mind? It hasn’t
worked so far, so how am I supposed to do that? How am I supposed to let you go, that’s all I’m asking. I
want to hold you again, smell you, and, yes too, I just want you to fade. To please, please fade...
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“Did you enjoy God’s latest gift?” the warden said.
Teddy looked at the man and sensed disease in those perfect eyes.
“I’m sorry?”
“God’s gift,” the warden said, and his arm swept the torn grounds. “His violence. When I first came
downstairs in my home and saw the tree in my living room, it reached toward me like a divine hand. No
literally, of course. But figuratively, it stretched. God loves violence. You understand that, don’t you?”
“No,” Teddy said, “I don’t.”
The warden walked a few steps forward and turned to face Teddy.
“Why else would there be so much of it? It’s in us. It comes out of us. It is what we do more naturally
than we breathe. We wage war. We burn sacrifices. We pillage and tear at the flesh of our brothers. W
fill great fields with our stinking dead. And why? To show Him that we’ve learned from His example.”
Teddy watched the man’s hand stroking the binding of the small book he pressed to his abdomen.
He smiled and his teeth were yellow.
“God gives us earthquakes, hurricanes, tornadoes. He gives us mountains that spew fire onto our heads.
Oceans that swallow ships. He gives us nature, and nature is a smiling killer. He gives us disease so that
in our death we believe He gave us orifices only so that we could feel our life bleed out of them. He gave
us lust and fury and greed and our filthy hearts. So that we could wage violence inHis honor. There is no
moral orde

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The latest language, terms, and phrases to use on the job or in proposals.
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Major expansion on the peer review process and how it helps improve one's grant writing skills and successes.
One-stop funding websites, and state agencies that publish grant funding opportunity announcements for seekers who struggle to find opportunities. New to third edition.