William Peter Blatty

The Exorcist

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He stood at the edge of the lonely subway platform, listening for the rumble of a train that would still the ache that was always with him.

He could not bear to search for Christ again in stench and hollow eyes; for the Christ of pus and bleeding excrement, the Christ who could not be.

The Jesuit was staring straight ahead, unseeing, wisps of smoke from the cigarette held between his fingers wafting up into life and then instant death like mistaken recognitions and one's memory of dreams.

Karl met the eyes that were shifting hardness, that were haggard wells of pain and blame; glimpsed briefly the dissolute bending of the lips and the ravaged face of a youth and a beauty buried alive in a thousand motel rooms, in a thousand awakenings from restless sleep with a stifled cry at remembered grace.

have He took a deep breath, then another, and then, opening his eyes and moving forward, he pushed open the door to Regan's bedroom with a hand less heavy than his soul.

Glory be to God for dappled things, For skies of couple-color as a brindled cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-fire-coal chestnut falls; finches' wings. . He fathers forth whose beauty is past change. Praise Him.

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