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192 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1994
"Ten nights ago. He was in the bathtub with the baby, having just finished washing her. He handed her over to Yoko, who was waiting with a fluffy bath towel, and then he leaned back in the tub, leaving the pebbled-glass shower door partially open. Yoko was murmuring to the baby as she dried her, and he was aware of himself smiling at them. And then, with no prelude or warning, a thought came percolating up into his brain and he felt the muscles of his cheeks twitch and freeze.
'I wouldn’t ever stab that baby with an ice pick, would I?' "
“In heated rooms, he often felt the outlines of his body, the border between him and the external world, grow disturbingly fuzzy.”