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Author:Iain M. Banks [BANKS, IAIN]

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Tags: Fiction / Family Life, Fiction / Literary, Fiction / Psychological, Fiction / Humorous

ISBN: 9780316281843

Publisher: Orbit

Published: 2013-06-24T16:00:00+00:00

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The Quarry by Iain M. Banks

‘Nah, they were mostly shit, though.’

‘No they weren’t. They were interesting.’

‘“Interesting”?’ Guy says with a sneer as I plump his pillows up for him. ‘That the best you can fucking do? What next? Fucking “compelling”?’

 

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Author:Iain M. Banks [BANKS, IAIN]

Language: eng

Format: epub

Tags: Fiction / Family Life, Fiction / Literary, Fiction / Psychological, Fiction / Humorous

ISBN: 9780316281843

Publisher: Orbit

Published: 2013-06-24T16:00:00+00:00
‘Nah, they were mostly shit, though.’

‘No they weren’t. They were interesting.’

‘“Interesting”?’ Guy says with a sneer as I plump his pillows up for him. ‘That the best you can fucking do? What next? Fucking “compelling”?’

‘Have you taken this one?’ I hold up one of the pill packets from the bedside tray.

‘What? No. Who cares?’

‘Well, you should,’ I tell him. ‘I care,’ I add.

‘I’ve just watched those abysmally shit films we made when we were young and stupid instead of old and disillusioned; I’ve lost the will to live. What is that one, anyway? I don’t even recognise it. Are you sneaking in new pills for me to take just for the sake of it?’

This touches a nerve, because I have occasionally thought about sneaking some Imodium into his meds regime, just to give me a break. Though sometimes he gets constipated anyway, without any help. Which is a relief, until the log-jam breaks.

I look at the label on the pill box. ‘Claristipan.’

‘What’s that supposed to do?’

‘I’m not sure. Might be a white blood cell thing. You should keep the leaflets that come with these. You’re supposed to.’

‘They’ve started disappearing. I can’t find them any more.’

‘That’s because I’m keeping them. I have a loose-leaf folder. I rescue the leaflets from your litter bin and flatten them out and put them in clear plastic envelopes.’

‘Well then, you tell me what… Clovistipan does.’

‘Claristipan. I don’t think I’ve got the leaflet for this one. I could look it up on WebMD.’

‘Oh for fuck’s sake. Don’t bother. I haven’t taken it. Give it here.’

Guy swallows one of the capsules. ‘Fucking pills,’ he says. ‘I’d rattle when I fuck, if I could still fuck.’ He coughs. ‘If anyone still wanted to fuck me.’

‘What about these ones?’

‘What about what ones?’

‘These; Genhexacol.’

‘That was the first one I took!’

‘Oh. Yeah.’

‘Are you just mentioning my fucking meds to try and distract me? Are you embarrassed when I get morose? Do you not know how to cope when I start sounding depressed? Is that it?’

‘No, no. What about these? Chloratiphene.’

‘Fucking stop it! One of the few pleasures I have left is wallowing in my own fucking despair. You want to deny me even that!’

‘It’s not good to wallow.’

‘I don’t have anything else to fucking do. I don’t know what else I’m good for. Wallowing is all I’ve got left.’

‘You have your friends here. You’ve been… you’ve been brighter, more lively, with them around. Talking more, even moving better.’

‘Stimulating company. Makes a pleasant change.’

‘There you are, then,’ I say, ignoring the part of this directed at me.

‘Just fucking guilt brought them here, anyway. Or thinking there might be some money in it. Hoping they’ll be mentioned in the will. They’ll be fucking lucky.’

‘That might apply to Haze. I think the rest… Actually I think they’re all here because they want to be. Even Haze.’

‘Still guilt,’ Guy says, settling back into his pillows and looking like he’s getting himself comfortable. ‘I fucking guilted them into coming here. Come and see the dying man. Roll up, roll up for your last chance.

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