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Junky hires a magician to cast away his demon… ends up dead in a burning circle of white powder. Scratch humour Claire was about to move house and city when she came across the box with Simon’s things in the cupboard under the stairs Claire, who was no longer in theatre, had met Simon through …
“What do you think?” I said. “I put my heart and soul into it.” – “Well,” she said, twisting a curl of hair around her little finger, “I still think you could do a hell of a lot better.” The conversation inside his head ran along the following lines. Why don’t you get a job, …
Thereafter I was to think of him as a horse with no name, a lion without a mane. In April, several years and several months after J’s disappearance, on Boxing Day, 1999, from a recording studio in Clapham, a horse purporting to work for one of the music magazines she never read anymore phoned up …
Inside the drowned man, Hobbes found the whale. Inside the whale, Hobbes found nothing but junk. Among the cardboard boxes and bin-liners, outside a restaurant called perplexingly Le Chat Noir, someone had dumped a manikin, which appeared to have been super-glued with angel wings. A large black dog or possibly werewolf springs and snaps off …
“I began,” she declared over the tea strainer, “to note the changes in his appearance… He stopped going to have his hair cut. He began to wash less and less. His jokes became progressively more obscure; he would lapse into long, unaccountable silences, punctured by exclamations and laughter.” In the middle of the hall was …
I’ve never spoken about this before, though perhaps it can be inferred. The theory of doubles, as I have thought of it, of course, is not really a theory, but rather a series of motifs or themes. As if it presented a way of connecting things in my mind… the love between us flowed along …