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Old age could wreck the human brain, but perhaps insidious thoughts could ruin it in one’s youth, chipping away at one’s sanity.
She pictured the New England house, with its white shutters and its cozy kitchen, and there, on the table, the cup of tea sitting on a saucer with no one to drink it. The image was more disturbing than any skeleton or hideous monster featured on the covers of pulp magazines, for it was not the presence of evil that drew the eye, but the absence of something.
“The romance of it. It’s as if you’re conducting a secret, passionate love affair. You know every detail about someone, their every word and thought. When you look at their writing, you swoon over a sentence fragment or a turn of phrase. It’s as if, through the mists of time, someone reaches out and touches your hand.”
“Did you tell the police about any of this?” “I spoke to an officer and told him Santiago’s belongings were all back in his room and he hadn’t given any hints he planned to go anywhere. I doubt they investigated it.”
Acab
The world, after all, was rife with dangers and traps. To explore it was to venture down a path paved with knives. Yet, as the river demonstrated, there were also chances for beauty and quiet.
