He's got his hands on either side of the "glass" and he's rocking back and forth. Slowly. He closes his eyes on the--well, we'll cut to the chase--thrust, then he leans back and opens his eyes. His mouth is open in what's suppose to be a grimace of terror, I think. The white stuff piled on top of his head does not help the image. He just keeps rocking and grimacing.
OH my GOD, it's on the side of TWOP recaps too. I just do NOT get it at all and am amused/repulsed.
vw. Sit down. Eat something. Breathe. Call your therapist. Put yourself first. Breathe again. Please.
That's why I've taken a research break on the Opus. On top of everything else, I don't need to know about the symbolism of a slit throat right now.(It's sexual, if you're wondering...major sign of a crime committed upon an intimate.) Ok, after that I'll be about the Positive today.
erika, out of curiosity, if someone is killing someone else with a knife and they *aren't* intimate, how is it usually done? Stabbing doesn't exactly strike me as distanced and objective.
of a slit throat right now.(It's sexual, if you're wondering...major sign of a crime committed upon an intimate.)
Huh. I didn't know that. But I grew up in South Florida where "Cuban Neckties" were common during the 70s drug wars with the Colombians. That is,
they'd cut the throat and pull the tongue out through the slit.
And that isn't even the nastiest thing those guys did. They used to count off the vertabrae (between 4 and 5? Or was it 5 and 6?).
So, late Saturday night in Cleveland I was bitching about being stricken with allergies for the first time, and how I might have said unkind things in the past to more illness-prone family members who I therefore suspected might be less than sympathetic.
So I'm on the phone with my sister a few minutes ago:
"You sound sick, are you sick?"
"Well, I'm kind of congested."
"HAHAHAHA! OMG, that's so cool! You never get sick!
[pause]
"I mean, I hope you feel better..."
Nobody fucks with the Colombians, Hec.
That's true, Lyra. I think the author's point is that throat-slitting is, in itself sometimes a clue to motive...it's my fault for making it look like you can do it by throwing knives.
Brenda, sick or not, I think you're cool. I would have said so in my lj today, but my post got hijacked by the evil insurance company that insures my condo association. FWIW, all, Brenda brought a bottle of Spanish booze called Ponche to Cleveland with her. I haven't had the stuff in 16 years. I nearly cried for joy when I saw that bottle. Brenda is teh Coolest!
eta: That's great news Calli! Surgery and chemo~ma to your mother.
