“ Murderous. Anything Can Happen—A Sudden Rut, An Oil Slick, A Dead Animal.—But If You Go Too Slow They’ll Kill You From Behind.

…But … Why Doesn’t the Narrator Get Off the Road?
…[The exhausted Narrator has finished his story of what happened to Phaedrus in Chicago. The bleak Chicago situation exactly mirrors (Metaphoric Bridge Connection), his very dangerous, in the total dark, cold rain, bone chilled and grim Coastal California travel with Chris.
…For absolutely no reason, they still nevertheless, press ever onward into the cold rain and black of night:]
“The cars are thinned out to almost none, and the road is so black it seems as though the headlight can barely fight its way through the rain to reach it. Murderous. Anything can happen—a sudden rut, an oil slick, a dead animal.—But if you go too slow they’ll kill you from behind.
…I don’t know why we still go on in this. We should have stopped long ago. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I was looking for some sign of a motel, I guess, but not thinking about it and missing them. If we keep on like this they’ll all close.” Cont. Next.)

Three miles East of Ferndale, CA.

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