At the rate I'm going, I'm never going to get through every work from Stephen King's bibliography in 2013. But that's no reason to keep slacking on posts.
Tonight, we have something that I seem to remember posting about a couple years ago when I originally read this (the second?!?! I'm only on the second?!?!) particular work:
"But there were no battles. There were only skirmished of vague resolution. And EVIL did not wear one face but many, and all of them were vacuous and more often than not the chin was slicked with drool. In fact, he was being forced to the conclusion that there was no EVIL in the world at all but only evil -- or perhaps (evil). At moments like this he suspected that Hitler had been nothing but a harried bureaucrat and Satan himself a mental defective with a rudimentary sense of humor -- the kind that finds feeding firecrackers wrapped in bread to seagulls unutterably funny.
"The great social, moral, and spiritual battles of the ages boiled down to Sandy McDougall slamming her snot-nosed kid in the corner, world without end, hallelujah, chunky peanut butter. Hail Mary, full of grace, help me win this stock-car race."
--Father Donald Callahan, on the presence of evil in 'salem's Lot.
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