It was impossible to point to any particular motion that was definitely non-human.*

Ransom had the sense of watching an imitation of living motions which had been very well studied and was technically correct: but somehow it lacked the master touch. And he was chilled with an inarticulate, night-nursery horror of the thing he had to deal with - the managed corpse, the bogey, the Un-man.*

Today's Word Count: 3127

Novel Progress: Chapter 14 and Chapter 15.

Current Emotion: *dead*

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33367 / 50000 words. 67% done!


* C.S.Lewis, Perelandra