A page further in David Sedaris’ “Nuit of the Living Dead”:
This mouse had nothing going for him, and yet he struggled, using what, I don’t really know.
And yet further:
A creature that determined, you want to let it have its way, but this was for the best, whether he realized it or not.
Self wishes this story would never end. She wishes that David Sedaris were always in his house in France, that it would forever be 3 A.M., that Hugh would never return. So that Dave could write, over and over again, about all the various ways in which it is possible to kill a mouse.
Kanlaon 