Yet I think the demon's target is not the possessed; it is us . . . the observers . . . every person in this house. And I think---I think the point is to make us despair; to reject our own humanity, Damien: to see ourselves as ultimately bestial; as ultimately vile and putrescent; without dignity; ugly; unworthy.
William Peter BlattyThe demon is a liar. He will lie to confuse us; but he will also mix lies with the truth to attack us. His attack is psychological, Damien. And powerful.
William Peter BlattyEvery man that ever lived craved perfect happiness, the detective poignantly reflected. But how can we have it when we know weโre going to die? Each joy was clouded by the knowledge it would end. And so nature had implanted in us a desire for something unattainable? No. It couldnโt be. It makes no sense. Every other striving implanted by nature had a corresponding object that wasnโt a phantom. Why this exception? the detective reasoned. It was nature making hunger when there wasnโt any food. We continue. We go on. Thus death proved life.
William Peter BlattyBut a myth, to speak plainly, to me is like a menu in a fancy French restaurant: glamorous, complicated camouflage for a fact you wouldn't otherwise swallow, like maybe lima beans.
William Peter BlattyI tried to make every bit of it as creepy as I could. And I had the same response you do. I feel the same way. The hospital scenes, that procedure was so real.
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