a question
Dec. 16th, 2007 09:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
perlmongerThis morning’s dead rat reminded me indirectly of something I’ve been thinking about posting for a while:
Do you have any sort of abiding horror that you read in a book, or saw in a film or on TV, as a child or adolescent? The sort of thing that haunted you for years and might still give you a queasy feeling years later?
Mine, and I only have the one, is the inside-out cat in Eye in the Sky: that made me feel physically ill with horror, and pity, and revulsion, when I first read it as a teenager. It still drags itself, somehow, impossibly, across the back of my mind today.
[ shudders ]
Do you have any sort of abiding horror that you read in a book, or saw in a film or on TV, as a child or adolescent? The sort of thing that haunted you for years and might still give you a queasy feeling years later?
Mine, and I only have the one, is the inside-out cat in Eye in the Sky: that made me feel physically ill with horror, and pity, and revulsion, when I first read it as a teenager. It still drags itself, somehow, impossibly, across the back of my mind today.
[ shudders ]
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Date: 2007-12-16 02:59 pm (UTC)That said, I don't have an issue with *caves* as such. The french are quite fond of discovering cave networks then turning them into tourist visits, and that's fine, the formations are fascinating and I can see the appeal of being underground but if it means wriggling through holes that small, I'm happy to leave it to the ferrets.