![]() ![]() “In the past, no town manager had ever been found, either alive or dead, once he had gone missing and the light in his office had been turned off.” ![]() “Nothing that drives anybody makes any sense, if you haven’t noticed that by now. Like a knot round the neck, to ease the head’s syphoning. What is beneath the boxer shorts is not exactly a flashing like that on a toy torn from a plastic flange but a flashing off, a smoothing out, a panacea or sugar-tablet like faith sold from door to door, like the rented house being the ultimate loan or leverage that outdoes even an impure or toxic mortgage… Making the Intentional Fallacy in this work, for the first time in literature perhaps, something the reader suffers as well as the author, because something or someone between the author and the reader intervenes and takes over the autonomy of the story’s telling, a story that changes somehow each time you read it. The storage of evil in a jar handed over as if it belonged to me already. ![]() There is an undeniable IMPURITY making the story’s title ironic. Meanwhile, the sense of someone or something working at the writing of this story other than Ligotti himself is so strong that I cannot allow its words to get inside my own head because I was taught as a child not to let strangers talk to me, those ‘child-murderer’ types from THE FROLIC, that Everyman Frolicker. ‘Cooties’ as a form of a future premonitory plagiarism? “It’s only the way that your head is interacting with the space of that attic.”‘ ‘”There is nothing in the attic,” he explained to me. ![]()
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