10-21-2004, 09:50 AM
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He went into the bathroom. He was not going to let that bastard in the corner see him succeed. He was going to savor it himself. In the mirror he now saw himself again. He saw the face and it was a good face and a very composed face, and he stared back at himself smiling, saying very softly, "Why did you have to go away?"
Then he raised the chunk of steel.
"Nobody, absolutely nobody," he said, holding the huge .45 up to his face, "has the guts to shoot himself through the eye."
He laid the hollow bore of the great blocky weapon against his closed eyelid and continued speaking, still softly. "Through the head, yeah, sure, anybody. Or the guys with balls can point it up through the mouth. But through the eye, nobody, but nobody." Then he pulled the trigger just as they had taught him in the Army; smoothly, evenly, in one movement.
From the other room came the murmur of breathing, heavily, stertorously, evenly.
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-- Harlan Ellison, Lonelyache
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