Lilith Page #4

I have the feeling when I talk

with them, they have seen too much...

...with too fine an instrument.

That they have been close

to some extreme...

...to something absolute

and been blasted by it.

That they have been destroyed, one

might say, by their own excellence.

Regarded in this way,

they are the heroes of the universe.

Its finest product

and its noblest casualty.

Schizophrenia, however, is far

from an exclusive affliction...

...of the superior mind.

As a matter of fact, by using a

substance from the blood of humans...

...schizophrenia has been

induced in dogs...

...spiders, as well as men.

As you will note, the web

of most normal spider species...

...is as distinctive and invariable

as their coloring.

But the mad ones spin out

fantastic, asymmetrical...

...and rather nightmarish designs.

A most unsettling fact.

What's that...?

What language is that?

It's mine.

What do you mean,

your own language?

Why did you come here?

I needed a job.

You could get a job in a butcher shop.

Grocery store, gas station.

You were in the Army?

Were you a hero?

I didn't think so.

Did you come here for excitement?

Excitement?

Adventure?

I'm not an adventurer.

I think you are.

Why?

You're ill at ease. Adventurous people

are always a little ill at ease.

They're shy. They aren't bold

the way people think they are.

They go stumbling around,

breaking things, being scolded.

Always looking for a place

they feel they'll belong.

They have that crooked look.

The crooked look?

Of not really matching anything.

I'd like to go for a walk now.

I didn't think they'd let me go on

any more trips after the picnic.

Well, there's some

pretty smart people here.

My people punished me.

How?

What'd they do to you?

They wept.

That's how they always punish me.

They come and kneel at my bed

and sob.

Have you ever heard someone

that you loved weeping?

Sometimes I hear my mother cry.

Do you?

Is she unhappy?

Not now.

At least, I hope not.

What was your mother like?

Hands lie so still in death.

You've killed with these hands. Why?

That's the business of a soldier.

You must love your god a lot to

kill for him and still go on loving him.

I'd never ask that of a lover.

I'd only ask his joy.

Look at her. She wants to be like me.

She's lovely.

My kisses kill her.

She's like all of them.

Destroys them to be loved.

Can I go farther?

Lilith?

Lilith?

You call me "Lilith."

Well, at least that'll be

a very unusual kind of cloth, huh?

- You think it's beautiful?

- Yes.

You gonna cut your hair?

There are scissors there on the table.

Will you hand them to me?

Nope.

You won't?

What'll you do? Leave me

chained here by my hair untiI I starve?

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