Posted: 8/17/2010 9:46:42 PM EDT
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"Before Hunt left, he turned on lights and checked the doors. In the yard, he tried to focus. There was still Tiffany Shore and the ruin of her parents; a wax-faced giant who might or might not be gone by now. There was Ken Holloway, Hunt's need to see his own son, and Johnny, out there somewhere doing God knows what. Hunt felt it all, a swirl, a massive weight, but he pushed it aside and stole one more moment. That's all it would ever be, and so he took it selfishly. He stood beneath a blanket of ink, and he thought of Katherine Merrimon, of her bruised eyes and her emptiness. Nothing else seemed to matter."
Guys, just what the heck does the author means (He stood beneath a blanket of ink)? 
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No, no ink here...wait it IS dark....and there's an octopus floating in the air...oops.
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You've exceeded my knowledge....brain drain commencing.Fucking paralogical metaphors, how do they work? 
You stand beneath a blanket of ink? The sublime love between a young woman and her cephalopod is truly wondrous. |
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I was wondering where you would take that....well played. Sublime indeed, lack of sleep produces some interesting free associations.
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No, no ink here...wait it IS dark....and there's an octopus floating in the air...oops.
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You've exceeded my knowledge....brain drain commencing.Fucking paralogical metaphors, how do they work?
You stand beneath a blanket of ink? The sublime love between a young woman and her cephalopod is truly wondrous. |