"...to have watched a human being you loved deeply, that you had gotten real close to, held and slept with and kissed and worried about and befriended and most of all admired - to see that warm living person burn out from the inside, burn from the heart outward. Until it clicked and clacked like an insect, repeating one sentence again and again. A recording. A closed loop of tape.
'...I know that if I just had another hit...'
I'd be okay, he thought. And still saying that, like Jerry Fabin, when three quarters of the brain is mush.
'...I know, if I just had another hit, that my brain would repair itself.'"