K-Pax (100 page)
Unfortunately
,
I
canno
t
relat
e
th
e
content
s
o
f
tha
t
intervie
w
verbati
m
becaus
e
o
f
a
malfunctio
n
i
n
my
tap
e
recorder
,
whic
h
I
di
d
no
t
discove
r
unti
l
th
e
sessio
n
wa
s
over.
Wha
t
follow
s
i
s
a
summar
y
base
d
o
n
th
e
sweat
y
note
s
I
too
k
a
t
th
e
time.
Whil
e
h
e
devoure
d
a
prodigiou
s
numbe
r
o
f
cherrie
s
an
d
nectarines
,
I
hande
d
hi
m
th
e
lis
t
o
f
questions
Charli
e
Flyn
n
ha
d
faxe
d
t
o
m
e
fo
r
prot'
s
attention
.
I
ha
d
peruse
d
th
e
fift
y
undoubtedl
y
well-chosen
querie
s
myself
,
bu
t
the
y
wer
e
quit
e
technical
,
an
d
I
wasn'
t
muc
h
intereste
d
a
t
tha
t
poin
t
wha
t
his
responses
,
i
f
any
,
woul
d
be
.
(
I
coul
d
hav
e
answere
d
th
e
on
e
abou
t
ligh
t
travel-it'
s
don
e
wit
h
mirrors.)
pro
t
merel
y
smile
d
an
d
stuffe
d
the
m
unde
r
th
e
elasti
c
ban
d
o
f
hi
s
short
s
alongsid
e
th
e
ever-present notebook.
A
t
th
e
meres
t
suggestio
n
h
e
foun
d
th
e
spo
t
o
n
th
e
wal
l
behin
d
m
e
an
d
immediatel
y
fel
l
int
o
hi
s
usual
dee
p
trance
.
I
waste
d
n
o
tim
e
i
n
dismissin
g
pro
t
an
d
aske
d
t
o
spea
k
wit
h
Robert
.
Hi
s
countenance
droppe
d
a
t
once
,
h
e
slouche
d
dow
n
t
o
th
e
poin
t
wher
e
i
t
almos
t
seeme
d
h
e
woul
d
fal
l
ou
t
o
f
hi
s
chair,
an
d
that'
s
wher
e
h
e
staye
d
fo
r
th
e
remainde
r
o
f
th
e
hour
.
Nothin
g
I
brough
t
up-hi
s
father'
s
death
,
his
relationshi
p
wit
h
hi
s
friend
s
(th
e
bull
y
an
d
hi
s
victim)
,
hi
s
employmen
t
a
t
th
e
slaughterhouse
,
the
whereabout
s
o
f
hi
s
wif
e
an
d
daughter-elicite
d
th
e
slightes
t
hin
t
o
f
a
reaction
.
I
carefull
y
introduce
d
the
subjec
t
o
f
th
e
law
n
sprinkler
,
bu
t
eve
n
tha
t
evoke
d
n
o
respons
e
whatsoever
.
I
t
wa
s
a
s
i
f
Rober
t
had
prepare
d
himsel
f
fo
r
thi
s
confrontation
,
an
d
nothin
g
I
coul
d
sa
y
wa
s
goin
g
t
o
shoc
k
hi
m
ou
t
o
f
hi
s
virtually
catatoni
c
state
.
I
trie
d
ever
y
professiona
l
maneuve
r
an
d
amateuris
h
tric
k
I
coul
d
thin
k
of
,
includin
g
lying
t
o
hi
m
abou
t
wha
t
pro
t
ha
d
tol
d
m
e
abou
t
hi
s
life
,
an
d
endin
g
u
p
b
y
callin
g
hi
m
a
shameles
s
coward
.
All
t
o
n
o
avail.
Bu
t
somethin
g
ha
d
occurre
d
t
o
m
e
whe
n
I
brough
t
u
p
th
e
subjec
t
o
f
hi
s
famil
y
an
d
friends
.
I
recalled
prot
,
an
d
wa
s
greatl
y
relieved
-
whe
n
h
e
finall
y
showe
d
up
.
I
aske
d
hi
m
whethe
r
ther
e
wa
s
anyone
,
i
f
not
me
,
Rober
t
woul
d
b
e
willin
g
t
o
spea
k
to
.
Afte
r
a
minut
e
o
r
tw
o
h
e
said
,
"H
e
migh
t
b
e
willin
g
t
o
tal
k
t
o
his
mother."
I
implore
d
hi
m
t
o
hel
p
m
e
fin
d
her
.
T
o
giv
e
m
e
a
nam
e
o
r
a
n
address
.
H
e
said
,
agai
n
afte
r
a
few
moment
s
o
f
silence
,
"He
r
nam
e
i
s
beatrice
.
That'
s
al
l
I
ca
n
tel
l
you."