By Dean Koontz
The carnival is coming to town-and it's like not anything you've ever obvious.
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In an attempt to pinpoint his position I have installed nuclear computers, radar, and detector units. With ease he has eluded even this. How long he has been there is impos sible to say. I became aware of him only after I had installed our ocean monitoring computer. By degrees, I refined our reception. I wait for him to communicate. He has refused my attempts to set up a two-way communication. ” Irritation seized Horror. He swept a boned hand through his greased tufts. ” 38 The image on the screen changed, and a huge subter ranean room lit by a sodium-red glare appeared.
The Frenchman had observed a portrait beneath a false, bulls-eye window. It showed a raincoated Hitler staring emotionally into the future. A sprig of eidelweiss was taped to the frame. Horror looked at him directly. “Remember, here you are subject to my laws. ” Horror smiled. ” “Seemingly, I am listening to the same tired Reich dog gerel. It’s one constant theme. ” He withdrew and lit a cigarette. He noticed that Horror had a strained yellow-white face, which bore pale, drawn features; the cheek bones were punctuated by cosmetic commas of rouge, the hair was creamed in clustered tufts.
No wonder he can be so prolific, for he is, simply, transferring the creativity of his betters onto his own canvas. “On one of our few meetings, Picasso pulled out of his trouser pocket a pistol and waved it in a threatening manner before my face. Since even then I regarded him as little more than a fool, I just stood my ground and stared at him. I knew that he was still harmlessly and unconvincingly under the in fluence of the French Pataphysician Alfred Jarry. Jarry con sidered firearms to be an extension of his wardrobe and he never went anywhere without a few miscellaneous weapons distributed about his person.