![]() ![]() In the summer of 1977, a radio play of mine, the first of four bought by the BBC, was recorded and broadcast. For what it’s worth, then, I shall try to set the record straight. This book, which is partly at least about deceptions (both of others and oneself) has, perhaps not illogically, itself incurred a kind of deceptive myth. It occurred to Dro quite abruptly that the ghost had fastened its teeth and nails into the calf of his left leg, ripping and gnawing at him. The dead who lived, like the mirror image, right hand in reverse, tended to attack leftward or sinister. Made corporeal by its long pseudo-existence, it had the energy to drag him down and fling him over. It would have killed the rest of the world if it could.Įven as Dro raised the bone towards the jaws of his vice, the ghost was on him. It had exulted in their screams of terror and agony. A hundred persons had since died because of it. Through the concrete essence of that bone, the ghost, unwilling to depart, had kept its hideous link with the condition of life. It belonged to the ghost, when the ghost had been a man. ![]() Parl Dro tore up the plank and his fingers thrust through the soft rot beneath and touched the single bone embedded there. ![]()
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