Chapter Forty
Shock, horror, guilt, abomination! Fear, fire, foes, awake!
How another line from Tolkien occurred to Karl here was unfathomable to the point of ridiculousness – just like the extent of his stupidity. Then again the old chap did create a pretty phallocentric world. It must have been another of those damn short-circuits, or a cross-wiring. How f****d-up his head truly was had suddenly just became obvious.
Here was the answer to all the riddles, the puzzle he couldn’t bear to solve, and it had been right in front of him the entire time. He’d just refused to consider it. It was too unthinkable, the distillation of his darkest nightmares. Yet the worst part of all, the absolute proof of how messed up he was, was the fact that in the midst of his shattering recognition and reje
