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Will's mother's hokey homily, Waste not, want not . . . hisses in his ears as he oscillates furiously on the spot, havering on the threshold between the bedroom and the dying one . . .all the while cradling the plastic leech of the syringe in the crook of his arm. Oscillating furiously, and, as he'd presses the plunger home a touch more . . . and more, he hears it again and again- Waaaste nooot, waaant nooot . . . ! whooshing into and out of him, while the blackness wells up at the periphery of his vision, and his hackneyed heart begins to beat out weirdly arrhythmic drum fills - even hitting the occasional rim-shot on his resonating rib cage. He waits, paralysed, acutely conscious, that were he simply to press his thumb right home, it'll be a cartoonish death- That's all folks! as the aperture screws shut forever.
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Will, Will Self
- Język
- Rok wydania
- 2019
- Oprawa
- (miękka),
- Stan książki
- Dobry
- Cena
- 77,99 zł
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- Tytuł
- Will
- Język
- angielski
- Autorzy
- Will Self
- Wydawca
- Penguin Books Ltd (UK)
- Rok wydania
- 2019
- Oprawa
- miękka
- Liczba stron
- 352
- ISBN10
- 0670918628
- ISBN13
- 9780670918621
- Seria
- Kategorie
- Tagi
- Poradniki, Opowieści, Literatura brytyjska, Wspomnienia, XXI wiek, Narkotyki, Uzależnienie, Psychopatologia
- Opis
- Will's mother's hokey homily, Waste not, want not . . . hisses in his ears as he oscillates furiously on the spot, havering on the threshold between the bedroom and the dying one . . .all the while cradling the plastic leech of the syringe in the crook of his arm. Oscillating furiously, and, as he'd presses the plunger home a touch more . . . and more, he hears it again and again- Waaaste nooot, waaant nooot . . . ! whooshing into and out of him, while the blackness wells up at the periphery of his vision, and his hackneyed heart begins to beat out weirdly arrhythmic drum fills - even hitting the occasional rim-shot on his resonating rib cage. He waits, paralysed, acutely conscious, that were he simply to press his thumb right home, it'll be a cartoonish death- That's all folks! as the aperture screws shut forever.