February222010
"A few years later, lying in bed with a fever, he had seen a black stick at a slight angle hop along beyond the edge of the bed like one of the abstract sections from Fantasia. In those years the net of the physical world was stretched thin and held a number of holes… No more elevated in its aims than a Disney animated picture. That curious cartoon lightness and jumpiness had returned. Fanshawe would find himself in a room with no knowledge of how he got there, as if the film had been broken and spliced. As he lay in bed the house seemed to be full of footsteps that fell silent the moment he lifted his head from the pillow, perhaps it was his heartbeat."
— (John Updike)
