Monday, March 7, 2016

Monday Excerpt: Wandered Through his Mind

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[Introduction].

Quick note: it's my little brother's birthday. He's so oldddd. He's so old and I'm so old--we're both so olddd.

In honor of his oldness, here's a quick, early excerpt from one of his favorite books, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It's both humorous, and weirdly true to life in capturing someone's thought process.  It's a lengthy excerpt, but it's because this whole scene is paced perfectly, especially with the repetition.

Enjoy!

(The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by iveinbox on DeviantArt)

Kettle, plug, fridge, milk, coffee. Yawn. 
The word bulldozer wandered through his mind for a moment in search of something to connect with. 
The bulldozer outside the kitchen window was quite a big one. 
He stared at it. 
"Yellow," he thought and stomped off back to his bedroom to get dressed. 
Passing the bathroom he stopped to drink a large glass of water, and another. He began to suspect he was hung over. Why was he hung over? Had he been drinking the night before? He supposed that must have been. He caught a glint in the shaving mirror. "Yellow," he thought and stomped on to the bedroom. 
He stood and thought. The pub, he thought. Oh dear, the pub. He vaguely remembered being angry, angry about something that seemed important. He'd been telling people about it, telling people about it at great length, he rather suspected: his clearest visual recollection was of glazed looks on other people's faces. Something about a new bypass he had just found out about. It had been in the pipeline for months only no one seemed to have known about it. Ridiculous. He took a swig of water. It would sort itself out, he'd decided, no one wanted a bypass, the council didn't have a leg to stand on. It would sort itself out. 
God what a terrible hangover it had earned him though. He looked at himself in the wardrobe mirror. He stuck out his tongue. "Yellow," he thought. The word yellow wandered through his mind in search of something to connect with. 
Fifteen seconds later he was out of the house and lying in front of a big yellow bulldozer that was advancing up his garden.
- The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams 

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