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You don't have anything to worry yet worry itself. the single hassle is, worry is available in such a lot of varied sizes and styles those days—the rejection through a stunning girl, the specter of imminent nuclear holocaust, the erratic habit of wackos strolling the streets who merely want a mistaken observe and there they visit the head of an house development with a sniperscope’d rifle. worry is throughout you, and the minute you get the entire rational fears handled, all battened down and safe, the following comes anything new. just like the specific fears generated in those 16 tremendous tales. worry defined because it hasn't ever been defined ahead of, through the startling mind's eye of Harlan Ellison, grasp fantasist, journey consultant throughout the land of dreadful visions, unerring observer of human folly and supernatural diabolism.

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Again of him, and shutting quickly at the treacherous, twisting mountain highway, used to be a caravan of 4 vehicles, maintaining a small military of pistoleros stinking of hate who did not provide a rattling how he went down the outlet: in flames, over the sting of the line, like a capturing big name ... or from a shotgun blast that might flip him into 100 and 80 kilos of dogmeat. It was once all of the related to them. "Look out! " the woman shrieked, and Harry learned his eyes were locked in street hypnosis, that the tarmac was once twirling off to the left back. He walked the wheel among his fingers, quickly, and the truck careened round the bend, punched holes within the darkness with the beams of its great heads, and roared away down a quick slope. He flicked his eyes up with no relocating his head, and stuck sight of the 4 pairs of lighting fixtures in the back of him, within the rear-view; unmarried units, and units of doubles, brights; bounding round the bend and down the slope liable pursuit; they have been gaining on him. "Oh, yeahhh ... " He drew the phrases out in whispered undertones, ruefully. "Are you prepared for them! " He stomped the accelerator and the large rig cleared its throat, dug in on the tarmac and pulled away. He felt soreness at his lips, and ripped the roach of the cigarette out of his mouth. He dropped it and floor it opposed to the rubber floormat. "We'll die! we are by no means going to make it! " the woman used to be babbling. Harry did not even glance over. If he'd been the place she used to be, with a few loopy asshole riding the way in which he used to be, he'd were puking already. There needed to be a pull-off alongside the best way ... there needed to be, or he wasn't going to be hauling a lot freight sooner or later. His mouth used to be dry, now that the cigarette used to be long gone, yet there wasn't a specific thing he may well do approximately it; he could not spare the hassle or idea to mild a clean one; nor was once there something he may well do in regards to the 4 carloads of clowns at the back of him. The rear-view replicate sparkled and he tossed a look into it. They have been nonetheless again there, and coming in quicker, it appeared. Harry's foot refused to head any farther to the ground; extra velocity will be like taking an enema with a thermite bomb. Like spreading himself out throughout half of one mile of scenic North Carolina like peanut butter; like an basic suicide. And Harry was once confident he nonetheless had a number of stable hours left in him. "Reach into my blouse pocket," he acknowledged to the lady. "Light me a cigarette. " His tone anxious her, on a completely varied point than the gut-wrenching worry of the lads in the back of them, the line over which they hurtled, the demise throughout them. He used to be an ominous, merciless determine, beside her within the cab, his craggy gains limned through the sprint lighting. She reached throughout his barrel chest and fingered the crumpled pack of cigarettes out of the pocket. "Matches at the seat somewhere," he stated, in a matter-of-fact means, screaming round a curve, lacking the rock wall by means of inches. She came across them, lit the cigarette, coughed two times at their acrid brittle style, and positioned it among his lips. "The pack," he acknowledged. "Put it again the place you were given it, please.

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