"The ualtered array of my breakfast coffee cup and newspaper seemed blasphemous"
"... an element of ritual was in play". " It was deliverance"
" There was comfort in reiteration"
" I felt the sickness of guilt, something I couldn't yet bear to talk about. I showed Clarissa the rope on my hands"
" Along the narrative lines there were knots, tangles of horror ....."
" We were prisoners in a cell..."
" dream logic"
"But even as I felt the nausea of gult return, I was trying to convince myself I was right to let go"
" You're so rational sometimes you're like a child"
" I love you more now I've seen you go completely mad... the rationalist cracks at last"
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