In a book, all would have gone according to plan. in 1826 Be so kind "How much longer?
It could be spoiled, he knew that but in spite of the reputed fragility of the creative act, it had always been the single toughest thing, the most abiding thing, in his life nothing had ever been able to pollute that crazy well of dreams: no drink, no drug, no pain. Kaka! The flesh of her belly and diaphragm bubbled with blisters. Black stars rocketed through Geoffrey's head. In an ironic sort of way, Annie had done him a favor. He laughed until he was choking and coughing, his cheeks red, tears spurting from the corners of his eyes. Most of all she gave him a disturbing sense of solidity, as if she might not have any blood vessels or even internal organs; as if she might be only solid Annie Wilkes from side to side and top to bottom. Blink-182