The Silence of the Lambs (Hannibal Lecter 2) - Page 123
Orion is above the horizon now, and near it Jupiter, brighter than it will ever be again before the year 2000. (I have no intention of telling you the time and how high it is.) But I expect you can see it too. Some of our stars are the same.
Clarice.
Hannibal Lecter
Far to the east, on the Chesapeake shore, Orion stood high in the clear night, above a big old house, and a room where a fire is banked for the night, its light pulsing gently with the wind above the chimneys. On a large bed there are many quilts and on the quilts and under them are several large dogs. Additional mounds beneath the covers may or may not be Noble Pilcher, it is impossible to determine in the ambient light. But the face on the pillow, rosy in the firelight, is certainly that of Clarice Starling, and she sleeps deeply, sweetly, in the silence of the lambs.
In his note of condolence to Jack Crawford, Dr. Lecter quotes from “The Fever” without troubling to credit John Donne.
Clarice Starling’s memory alters lines from T. S. Eliot’s “Ash-Wednesday” to suit her.
T.H.
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