A Kind of Cross

[Byrnes Weir]

At 04:16 PM 1/4/97 -0700, Steelhead wrote:
>My head was hammering from my struggles to meet a ridiculous deadline for a
>story on fine particle air pollution--the kind that penetrates your lungs
>so discreetly that you hardly know its happening tell you get a chest xray
>and you glow brightly from the delicate strands of cadmium now lacing your
>lungs--was out of Jameson's so turned to GR for relief. The Book happened
>to fall open to this passage, which I think is a pretty good thought for
>the day. Don't you?
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>"...perhaps we will choose instead to turn, to fight: to demand, from those
>for whom we die, our own immortality. They may not be dying in bed any
>more, but maybe They can still die from violence. If not, at least we can
>learn to withhold from Them our fear of Death. For every kind of vampire,
>there is a kind of cross. And at least the physical things They have taken,
>from Earth and from us, can be dismantled, demolished--returned to where it
>all came from."
>                                                                     pg. 540
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>Steely
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