The Exorcist

by William Peter Blatty

the creature

its

How incongruous the braces on her teeth looked,

What precocity of language and thought,

After all, I’m a prince! ‘The Prince of This World,’

“No, in fact I know almost everything, Karras.

“Very well, then. How’s this? The largest lake in South America,”

“is Lake Titicaca in Peru! Will that do it?”

so apparently you aren’t the Devil.” “I am!”

beguiled.

exposing a matting of fine brown hairs on a thickly muscled forearm

her

But your daughter doesn’t say she’s a demon; she insists she’s the Devil himself,

happens around an emotionally disturbed adolescent. Apparently, extreme inner tension of the mind can sometimes trigger some unknown energy that seems to move objects around at a distance.

what happens

is that one of those crew cells down belowdecks comes up on the bridge and takes over command of the ship.

flipping

“Would you consider her precocious?” “Not at all.”

“I don’t know. I’ll have to go and look it up.” “Are you kidding? I thought you were supposed to be an expert.”

could almost hear her anxiety pulsing and throbbing.

Saw

Saw

pixieish

“Who’s quitting the priesthood?” “Gays. In droves.

frequently loud and irrepressible hiccupping;

Regan lowing like a steer.

She did that with me. The personality who spoke with a British accent. Quick change. Instantaneous.

close to Regan whirling like a dervish.

The rappings. The flingings. The attacks by Captain Howdy. All right, maybe … maybe she read it,

Cryptomnesia:

He dared not love again and lose. That loss was too great, that pain too keen.

where in a moment it would stick in the dryness of his throat. And of his faith.

“Pazuzu.”

Scottish Dimension,

the priest remembered psychokinesis and its various natural explanations.

The creature loudly broke wind.

“No. He is busy with your mother. She is sucking his cock to the bristles, Karras! to the root!” Low and deep chuckling; and then, “Marvelous tongue. Soft lips.”

word—‘are far more in need of a doctor than of a priest.’

My God,

she’s worried that her daughter isn’t possessed! His

“Well, what about it, Frank? You’ll do it?”

“Regan feels guilty because she killed Burke Dennings!”

“She killed him! She killed him and they’ll put her away; they’re going to put her away! Oh, my God, oh, my…”

Priests and policemen!

“Regan.”

I cannot speak Latin at all! I read your mind! I merely plucked the responses from your head!”

Not hiccupping now.

“Omega Point.”

We have familiar experience of the order, the constancy, the perpetual renovation of the material world which surrounds us. Frail and transitory as is every part of it, restless and migratory as are its elements, still it abides. It is bound together by a law of permanence, and though it is ever dying, it is ever coming to life again. Dissolution does but give birth to fresh modes of organization, and one death is the parent of a thousand lives. Each hour, as it comes, is but a testimony how fleeting, yet how secure, how certain, is the great whole. It is like an image on the waters, which is ever the same, though the waters ever flow. The sun sinks to rise again; the day is swallowed up in the gloom of night, to be born out of it, as fresh as if it had never been quenched. Spring passes into summer, and through summer and autumn into winter, only the more surely, by its own ultimate return, to triumph over that grave towards which it resolutely hastened from its first hour. We mourn the blossoms of May because they are to wither; but we know that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops—which teaches us in our height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depth of desolation, never to despair.

‘This time, you’re going to lose.’