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He
felt
--
irrationally
or
otherwise
--
the
way
he
might
have
felt
if
he
had
looked
in
on
his
son
and
found
a
snake
crawling
over
him
or
a
big
rat
perched
on
the
bookshelf
over
Gage
's
crib
.
Of
course
it
was
irrational
.
But
when
it
had
hissed
at
him
from
the
closet
like
that
...
(
Zelda
did
you
think
Zelda
did
you
think
Oz
the
Gweat
and
Tewwible
?
)
He
closed
Gage
's
closet
door
,
sweeping
a
number
of
toys
back
in
with
its
moving
foot
.
He
listened
to
the
tiny
click
of
the
latch
.
After
a
moment
's
further
hesitation
,
he
turned
the
closet
's
thumbbolt
.
He
went
back
to
Gage
's
crib
.
In
shifting
around
,
the
kid
had
kicked
his
two
blankets
down
around
his
knees
.
Louis
disentangled
him
,
pulled
the
blankets
up
,
and
then
merely
stood
there
,
watching
his
son
,
for
a
long
time
.
When
Jesus
came
to
Bethany
,
he
found
that
Lazarus
had
lain
in
the
grave
four
days
already
.
When
Martha
heard
that
Jesus
was
coming
,
she
hurried
to
meet
him
.
"
Lord
,
"
she
said
,
"
if
you
had
been
here
,
my
brother
would
not
have
died
.
But
now
you
are
here
,
and
I
know
that
whatever
you
ask
of
God
,
God
will
grant
.
"
Jesus
answered
her
:
"
Your
brother
shall
rise
again
.
"
--
JOHN
'S
GOSPEL
(
paraphrase
)
"
Hey-ho
,
let
's
go
.
"
--
THE
RAMONESIt
's
probably
wrong
to
believe
there
can
be
any
limit
to
the
horror
which
the
human
mind
can
experience
.
On
the
contrary
,
it
seems
that
some
exponential
effect
begins
to
obtain
as
deeper
and
deeper
darkness
falls
--
as
little
as
one
may
like
to
admit
it
,
human
experience
tends
,
in
a
good
many
ways
,
to
support
the
idea
that
when
the
nightmare
grows
black
enough
,
horror
spawns
horror
,
one
coincidental
evil
begets
other
,
often
more
deliberate
evils
,
until
finally
blackness
seems
to
cover
everything
.
And
the
most
terrifying
question
of
all
may
be
just
how
much
horror
the
human
mind
can
stand
and
still
maintain
a
wakeful
,
staring
,
unrelenting
sanity
.
That
such
events
have
their
own
Rube
Goldberg
absurdity
goes
almost
without
saying
.
At
some
point
,
it
all
starts
to
become
rather
funny
.
That
may
be
the
point
at
which
sanity
begins
either
to
save
itself
or
to
buckle
and
break
down
;
that
point
at
which
one
's
sense
of
humor
begins
to
reassert
itself
.
Louis
Creed
might
have
harbored
such
thoughts
if
he
had
been
thinking
rationally
following
the
funeral
of
his
son
,
Gage
William
Creed
,
on
the
seventeenth
of
May
,
but
any
rational
thought
--
or
attempt
at
it
--
ceased
at
the
funeral
parlor
,
where
a
fistfight
with
his
father-in-law
(
bad
enough
)
resulted
in
an
event
even
more
terrible
--
a
final
bit
of
outrageous
gothic
melodrama
which
shattered
whatever
remained
of
Rachel
's
fragile
self-control
.
That
day
's
penny
dreadful
events
were
only
complete
when
she
was
pulled
,
screaming
,
from
the
East
Room
of
the
Brookings-Smith
Mortuary
,
where
Gage
lay
in
his
closed
coffin
,
and
sedated
in
the
foyer
by
Surrendra
Hardu
.
