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Will's mother's hokey homily, Waste not, want not . . . hisses in his ears as he oscillates furiously on the spot, havering on the threshold between the bedroom and the dying one . . .all the while cradling the plastic leech of the syringe in the crook of his arm. Oscillating furiously, and, as he'd presses the plunger home a touch more . . . and more, he hears it again and again- Waaaste nooot, waaant nooot . . . ! whooshing into and out of him, while the blackness wells up at the periphery of his vision, and his hackneyed heart begins to beat out weirdly arrhythmic drum fills - even hitting the occasional rim-shot on his resonating rib cage. He waits, paralysed, acutely conscious, that were he simply to press his thumb right home, it'll be a cartoonish death- That's all folks! as the aperture screws shut forever.
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Will, Will Self
- Taal
- Jaar van publicatie
- 2019
- Bindwijze
- (Paperback),
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- Titel
- Will
- Taal
- Engels
- Auteurs
- Will Self
- Uitgever
- Penguin Books Ltd (UK)
- Jaar van publicatie
- 2019
- Formaat
- Paperback
- Aantal pagina's
- 352
- ISBN10
- 0670918628
- ISBN13
- 9780670918621
- Reeks
- Categorieën
- Tags
- Handleidingen en Gidsen, Verhalen, Britse Literatuur, Herinneringen, 21e Eeuw, Drugs, Verslaving, Psychopathologie
- Aantekening
- Will's mother's hokey homily, Waste not, want not . . . hisses in his ears as he oscillates furiously on the spot, havering on the threshold between the bedroom and the dying one . . .all the while cradling the plastic leech of the syringe in the crook of his arm. Oscillating furiously, and, as he'd presses the plunger home a touch more . . . and more, he hears it again and again- Waaaste nooot, waaant nooot . . . ! whooshing into and out of him, while the blackness wells up at the periphery of his vision, and his hackneyed heart begins to beat out weirdly arrhythmic drum fills - even hitting the occasional rim-shot on his resonating rib cage. He waits, paralysed, acutely conscious, that were he simply to press his thumb right home, it'll be a cartoonish death- That's all folks! as the aperture screws shut forever.