Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           Heexplainedtoushowitworkswhenoneofthepeoplehastocomeout.It’sabigwhitespotlight.Everybodystandsaroundit,watchingorsleepingintneirbeds.Andwhoeverstepsonthespotisoutintheworld.Arthursays,‘Whoeverisonthespotholdstheconsciousness.’"

           "Whoaretheotherpeople?"

           "Therearealot.Idon’tknowthemall.Iknowsomeofthemnow,butnoteveryone.Oh,wow."Hegasped.

           "What’sthematter?"

           "ItoldyouArthur’sname.NowforsureI’llgetintroublefortellingthesecret."

           "It’sallright,David.IpromisedIwouldn’ttell."

           Hecringedinhischair."Ican’ttalknomore.I’mscared.""Allright,David.That’senoughfortoday,butI’llcomebacktomorrowandtalktoyousomemore."

           OutsidetheFranklinCountyJail,shestoppedandpulledhercoattightlyaroundheragainstthecoldwind.Shehadcomepreparedtofacedownayoungfelonwhomightbefeigninginsanitytoavoidprosecution,butshehadneverexpectedanythinglikethis.

           ThenextdayDorothyTurnernoticedsomethingdifferentinMilligan’sexpressionasheenteredtheinterviewroom.Heavoidedhereyesandsatinthechairwithhiskneesdrawnup,playingwithhisshoes.Sheaskedhowhewasfeeling.

           Hedidn’trespondatfirst,lookingaround,glancingatherfromtimetotimewithnosignofrecognition.