Thomas M. Disch by The M. D

Author:The M. D. [D., The M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2011-12-13T16:20:02+00:00

-Note the film il adhesions over the ascending colon, and the dilation of the bowel. There would also seem to be gas within the transverse colon and into the sigmoid colon area.

As the incision lengthened, the dermal tissues seemed to spread apart of their own volition, like a too tightly packed suitcase that has come unlatched. The viscera began to slip loose from the abdominal cavity and spill out onto the stone slab.

William replaced the scalpel on the trolley.

“I’m sorry, I can’t go on.”

-Nonsense, you’re doing fine only afew more inches, and the incision will be done.

William made himself look again at the cadaver and saw that its penis had become erect and that a thick, clotted white fluid was being discharged from the urethra in irregular spurts. The initial shock of horror quickly yielded to an intense, morbid fascination. As the discharge continued, it came to have the color and consistency of small-curd cottage cheese.

“Jesus,” William whispered, ‘what is it?”

Mercury laughed.-That, me, boy, is a question you will have to answer yourself.

“William? William, are you in there?”

William woke with a start. The room was dark, and the phone was ringing, and his mother was rapping at the door.

“William, would you please answer your phone. It’s been ringing the longest time.”

“I got it,” he called out, and picked up the phone.

“Thank you,” Sondra said.

“And will you point out to your friend, whoever he is, that it’s almost one A.M.?”

“I have a collect call, an operator announced in a strange accent, “for William Michaels, from Winky Meyer.” She pronounced the name with a precision denoting disapproval.

“Will you accept the charges?”

“Uh.” The receiver of the phone was covered with some kind of glop.

William switched the phone to his left hand and wiped his right hand on the bedspread. As he did so, he realized that the glop had not been on the phone, but had been on his hand before he’d picked up the receiver.

“Just a second, operator. ” He used the corner of his bedsheet to wipe both hands clean and then wiped off the receiver, but it was still sticky when he picked it up again.

“Are you there, Mr. Michaels?” the operator inquired.

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