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I was invisible then, out there in the dark, the way I am invisible to my characters when I’m in a room with them and they are deciding their fates with little or no help from me.
I was enjoying my usual immunity while working, my invisibility to Chilton and Graham and the staff, but I was not comfortable in the presence of Dr. Lecter, not sure at all that the doctor could not see me.
When in the winter of 1979 I entered the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane and the great metal door crashed closed behind me, little did I know what waited at the end of the corridor; how seldom we recognize the sound when the bolt of our fate slides home.
xx
“And I’ve got you down here fixing fucking boat motors.” “I don’t think I’d be all that useful to you, Jack. I never think about it anymore.” “Really? You caught two.
His shirt was unbuttoned and she could see the looping scar across his stomach. It was finger width and raised, and it never tanned. It ran down from his left hipbone and turned up to notch his rib cage on the other side. Dr. Hannibal Lecter did that with a linoleum knife.
Dr. Lecter, known in the tabloids as “Hannibal the Cannibal,” was the second psychopath Graham had caught.
“Because it’s his bad luck to be the best. Because he doesn’t think like other people. Somehow he never got in a rut.”
In his mind a silver pendulum swung in darkness. He waited until the pendulum was still.
He does not care that he leaves AB saliva on the glass.
how were they unable to test his DNA?
He flinched from the noise in this silent room full of dark stains drying.
Graham had a lot of trouble with taste. Often his thoughts were not tasty.
He viewed his own mentality as grotesque but useful, like a chair made of antlers. There was nothing he could do about it.
The darkness pressed too closely on him.
There’s something you don’t want me to know about you. Why, there’s something you’re ashamed of. Or is it something you can’t afford for me to know?
turned on the light after you cut his throat so Mrs. Leeds
“He’s a monster. I think of him as one of those pitiful things that are born in hospitals from time to time. They feed it, and keep it warm, but they don’t put it on the machines and it dies. Lecter is the same way in his head, but he looks normal and nobody could tell.”
“When I looked at him again, maybe my face changed, I don’t know. I knew it and he knew I knew it.
I felt his breath was all, and then . . . there was the rest of it.”
I think he’s afraid that if we ‘solve’ him, nobody will be interested in him anymore and he’ll be stuck in a back ward somewhere for the rest of his life.”
ooooooh
“Christmas, yes,” Lecter said. “Did you get my card?” “I got it. Thank you.”
Lecter stood until Graham was seated in the hall.
always so fucking polite
Dr. Bloom is working on it anyway, and he’s the most—”
ironic that the moment someone else is mentioned, he's suddenly amicable
“The reason you caught me is that we’re just alike”
Graham would not give him his home telephone number;
“Maybe you could help me, if you don’t mind. This is Bob Greer at Blaine and Edwards Publishing Company. Dr. Bloom asked me to send a copy of the Overholser book, The Psychiatrist and the Law, to Will Graham, and Linda was supposed to send me the address and phone number, but she never did.”
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
“All right, his home number is 305 JL5-7002.”
“Federal Bureau of Investigation, Tenth and Pennsylvania, Washington, D.C. Oh, and Post Office Box 3680, Marathon, Florida.”
lay down on his narrow bed in the room he had occupied since childhood.
seems Hannibal referring to him as a "boy" was accurate
Families were mailing their applications to him every day.
Graham has never been an FBI agent. Veteran observers attribute this to the Bureau’s strict screening procedures, designed to detect instability.
“Well, you can call him retired, but the feds like to know he’s around. It’s like having a king snake under the house. They may not see him much, but it’s nice to know he’s there to eat the moccasins.”
Xx
In Dolarhyde’s mind, Lecter’s likeness should be the dark portrait of a Renaissance prince. For Lecter, alone among all men, might have the sensitivity and experience to understand the glory, the majesty of Dolarhyde’s Becoming.
Graham lifted a glass of melting ice off it and wiped away the wet ring with his sleeve.
I feel like this is more indicative of Will's character than one may think.
“I just said I’m glad to see you back, Champ. You’re looking good.” “Thanks, Beverly.”
You wrote the standard monograph on determining time of death by insect activity, didn’t you. Or do I have the right Graham?”
“They tried sodium amytal on him three years ago trying to find out where he buried a Princeton student,” Graham said. “He gave them a recipe for dip.
LOLLLL
That was where Graham lost his faith in .38’s.
“Killing somebody, even if you have to do it, it feels that bad?” “Willy, it’s one of the ugliest things in the world.”
Freddy Lounds was good for the Tattler, and the Tattler was good to him. Now, after eleven years with the paper, he earned $72,000 a year. He covered pretty much what he pleased and spent the money trying to have a good time. He lived as well as he knew how to live.
“Graham likes you. He doesn’t think you run any mind games on him,”
“I don’t. I wouldn’t try,” Dr. Bloom said. “I’m as honest with him as I’d be with a patient.”
“No, I want to be his friend...
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You’re never alone in a room with Graham, are you? You’re smooth about it, but you’re never one-on-one with him. Why’s that? Do you think he’s psychic, is that it?” “No. He’s an eideteker—he has a remarkable visual memory—but I don’t think he’s psychic. He wouldn’t let Duke test him—that doesn’t mean anything, though. He hates to be prodded and poked. So do I.”
Perception’s a tool that’s pointed on both ends.”
Fear comes with imagination, it’s a penalty, it’s the price of imagination.”
the Tooth Fairy’s acts and his letter indicated a projective delusional scheme which compensated for intolerable feelings of inadequacy.
Bloom, pacing, talking half to himself, called his subject “the child of a nightmare.” Crawford’s eyelids drooped at the compassion in his voice.
Dr. Bloom was surprised to see Graham put a comradely hand on Lounds’s shoulder just before Crawford clicked the shutter.
If i remember correctly, this allowed Lounds to be included in the Tooth Fairy's wrath.
“Do you see?” “Yes.” Click. Mrs. Leeds alive. “Do you see?” “Yes.” Click. Dolarhyde, the Dragon rampant, muscles flexed and tail tattoo above the Jacobis’ bed. “Do you see?” “Yes.” Click. Mrs. Jacobi waiting. “Do you see?” “Yes.”
He placed his hand on Lounds’s heart and, leaning to him intimately as though to kiss him, he bit Lounds’s lips off and spit them on the floor.
OMFG IM BUGGNG ON TH METRA
