"Now You See It" - читать интересную книгу автора (Matheson Richard)an effigy of what I'd been, a statue entitled Impotence (in
more ways than one) or, better still. Up On the Shelf for Good. A voiceless, torpid lump, ostensibly brainless. There, you see, is the rub. For the real torment was that in mat dumb shell I existed in, an active and observant brain was struggling for the means to express itself. That is the horror of a stroke, believe me. Perhaps if mis had happened ten or twenty years later, Now You See K... 13 there might have been some medical-surgical procedure by which I could have ended my night- (and day-) mare. Then again, perhaps not. Even my son, devoted as he was to, me, might have found it inescapable to A&F (Accept and Forget). Who could have blamed the man? I had become more a piece of furniture than a family member. Not hard to take a piece of furniture for granted. I go on at length about my plant-kingdom persona so you will understand how all these strange events could have taken place in my presence without a single person in- volved giving it a second thought that I was mere. But then, of a turnip? Anyway, Maximilian (my son) had enough problems of his own, as you will discover. A few more explanatory comments before I launch into my account of that fateful day. Because of Maximilian's loyalty to me, I had a nurse (one Nelly Washington) who stayed with me constantly (in the beginning, anyway), providing those attentions I could not request but obviously requiredЧeating and elimination to the fore. Nelly was no Venus but she had an inner beauty of com- passion, a good deal of patience, and (luckily for her as well as for me) an abundant sense of humor. Most of all. God bless her giant heart, she never allowed me to remain de- feated or helpless. She was a rock of reassurance on which I wobbled constantly until some semblance of hope oozed back into my brainЧalong with a few restorative drams of blood. I'm glad she happened to be absent on the day it all took |
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