|I want my crayons, now! (35)
||[Sep. 28th, 2005|08:20 pm]
Chapter four continues with the interviews, however, in this chapter there is no mention of Robert. As per last chapters stipulations, the name the troop gave Robert, Stanley, is the only one that is used. We as readers still get some of Stanley’s point of view, but a shift has been made. Stanley calls for external suggestions for this case as he delves deeper into the mysterious woman. Repeatedly, we get examples of how he is not quite understanding what all is going on. He seems observant and is clearly interested, but still doesn’t fully understand. He tries hypnotization in attempts at getting the woman to switch gears. We also are introduced to a new member of the troop, the Rabbit, the child inside who takes in all of the emotion and simply lets out horrifying screams. The woman also has flicks of memories tied to crayons that are mentioned throughout.
And some funky quotes from the chapter; straight from me to you:
“’She lives by lists—she’s got a list for every waking moment. Some of them are duplicates and triplicates of the same project but with variations as to the completion. She’s got an incredible memory before the age of two. After that, it’s zip. Except that every now and then, details come out and I can’t be srue what she remembers. She has no sense of time, no sense of direction…’”(30).
“’She isn’t going anywhere,’ Marshall said. “You’re the first person she’s ever had for that little trip into the deep forest. Now she’s got an inkling that its going to get deeper’”(31).
“One day as therapy promised, Stanley would understand the phenomenon of two or more persons beign present at exactly the same time. He would also understand how the woman, when she was present, and unbeknownst to herself, was only a conduit for other Troop members”(33).
“With no other warning, conflicting emotions began to war with one another. It popped into her mind that the emotions were actually the flicks of memory and that the pain they produced was only intellectual. It was not physical. Why, then, did her heart suddenly ache with a keening, biting, wrenching sensation and why wouldn’t the damned tears stop?”(34).
“No one piece fit side by side with another, nothing related to anything she knew”(35).