Chapter 23 Chapter Twenty Two

Starling followed Alonso through the psychiatric hospital and walked towards the innermost detention area bit by bit. She was able to deaf to most of the slamming doors and screams, but she still felt that the air was trembling with these sounds , oppressing her skin.The oppression builds up on her, as if she's sinking, sinking, sinking in the water. The proximity of a bunch of lunatics—she thought of Catherine Martin tied up and alone; here, a lunatic wheezing and sniffing her while slapping his dick through a pocket—motivated her. Watch Starling get the job done.But she needs more than strong determination.She needs calm, composure, and needs to be the sharpest weapon.The reality is that she absolutely needs to act faster, but she must be patient.If Dr. Lecter knew the answer, she had to find it bit by bit in the tendrils of his thoughts.

Starling found herself thinking of Katherine Baker-Martin as she was seen in the news film, the little girl in the sailboat. Alonso rang the buzzer on the last heavy door. "Teach us what to pay attention to and what not to pay attention to. Teach us to be calm." "Excuse me, what did you say?" Alonso said.Only then did Starling realize that she had spoken out loud. He handed her over to the big orderly who came to answer the door.As Alonso turned to leave, she saw him cross himself. "Welcome back!" said the orderly as he bolted the door behind her. "Hello, Barney."

Barney was reading a paperback, which he rolled up on his thick forefinger in case he lost track of where he was reading.This is Jane Austen's "Sense and Sensibility" Starling decides, she pays attention to everything. "What do you think of the lamp?" he said. The corridors between the cells were dimly lit.Near the end she saw a bright light from the last cell shining on the hallway floor. "Dr. Lecter is awake." "He's awake at night—even with the lights out." "Let the lamps be as they were." "Keep walking in the middle when passing, don't touch the fence, you know?"

"I want to turn that TV off." The TV had moved past its position, at the very end, above the middle of the hallway.Some containment personnel leaning sideways against the fence can see the TV. "Of course, turn off the sound, but if you don't mind the image is still there, someone will like to see it. The chair is right there." Starling walked down the dark corridor alone.She did not look into the cells on either side.The footsteps seemed loud to her.The only other sounds were a snoring like water in the throat from one—maybe two—cells, and a chuckle from another cell.

The former cell of Miggs is now filled with new prisoners.She saw two long legs stretched out on the ground, with her head resting on the fence.She looked as she passed.On the floor of the cell was a pile of torn colored art paper, where a man sat.There was a blank look on his face.The TV image was reflected in his eyes, and the saliva formed a shiny line, connecting the corner of his mouth and his shoulder. She wanted to wait until Dr. Lecter was sure he had seen her before looking into his cell.She walked past his cell, feeling a tickle between her shoulders, went to the TV and turned the sound off.

Dr. Lecter's cell is white, and he wears white pajamas and pajamas in a mental hospital. The only colors in the cell are his hair and eyes, and his red mouth; On Taiyang's face, the red mouth seemed to filter out from the surrounding whiteness, and the whole face seemed to be suspended above the collar of his shirt.He sat at the table behind the nylon netting that kept him from reaching the fence.He was using his hand as a model to sketch on peddler paper; she watched and saw him turn his hand over, close his fingers together, and draw the inside of his forearm.He used his little finger as a light and dark eraser to process and modify a charcoal line.

She moved a little closer to the fence: he looked up.Every speck of Starling's shadow in the cell can be seen in his eyes and the top of the "V" shaped hair on his forehead. "Good evening, Dr. Lecter." The tip of his tongue sticks out; his lips are as red as his tongue.The tip of the tongue touched the center of the upper lip and then retracted. "Clarice" She could hear the scraping rustle in his voice; Ben knew how long it had been since he had spoken.Silent voices were knocking one after another. "You're late for an all-night school," he said.

"I'm just here for night class. She said, wishing her voice could be stronger." I was in West Virginia yesterday—" "Are you hurt? " "No, I—" "You still have a new Band-Aid on you, Clarice." It was only then that she remembered. "Scratched on the edge of the pool, I was swimming today." The Band-Aid was stuck on the calf, and it was invisible under the pants. He must have smelled it out. "I was in West Virginia yesterday where they found a dead body that Buffalo Bill did recently." "Not exactly what he did recently, Clarice"

"One more time." "correct" "She was scalped, just as you predicted." "While we're talking, do you mind if I keep sketching?" "No, please." "Have you checked the body?" "yes." "Have you seen his previous masterpieces?" "No. Only seen pictures." "What was it like?" "Scared. Then get busy." "and then?" "Shock." "Still functioning normally?" Dr. Lecter sharpened his charcoal pencil on the edge of the vendor's paper to get a finer point.

"Very good, I acted very well." "Is it for Jack Crawford? Or is he still out?" "He's gone." "Please do me a little favor, Clarice. Please hang your head forward, just a little bit forward as if you are asleep. Hold on for a while, thank you, I have drawn it now. You are willing Sit down. Did you tell Jack Crawford what I said before they found her?" "Yes. He is very disapproving." "And what happened after he saw the dead body in West Virginia?" He talked to his leading expert, the one from the university—" "Allen Bloom. "

"Yes. Dr. Bloom said Buffalo Bill was fulfilling a newspaper persona that the tabloids played with about Buffalo Bill scalping people. Dr. Bloom said anyone could see that." things are about to happen.” "Did Dr. Bloom expect this to happen?" "He said he expected it." "He expected it to happen, but he kept it a secret. I see. What do you think of Clarice?" "I can't tell." "You've studied a little psychology, a little forensic science, and you can look for where the two meet, can't you? Got something, Clarice?" "Progress so far is still pretty slow." "What did your two courses say about Buffalo Bill?" "According to the book, he was a sadist." "Life is complicated and changeable, which can't be grasped by books, Clarice; anger manifests itself as desire, and lupus is described as hives." Dr. Lecter finished drawing with his right hand and switched the charcoal pencil to his left hand to start drawing The right hand is just as well drawn. "You mean Bloom's book?" "yes." "You looked up my situation in there, didn't you?" "yes." "How did he describe me?" "Psychopaths who know they are committing a crime but don't care, are simply against society." "Can you say that Dr. Bloom is always right?" "I feel that my views are affected by it, and this influence has yet to fade away." Dr. Lecter smiled, showing his small, white teeth. "We have specialists in everything, Clarice. Dr. Chilton said, Sammy, the one behind you, is a schizophrenic, incurable adolescent dementia. He put Sammy in In Miggs' cell before, because he thought Sammy had said something to die for. Do you know what people with adolescent dementia usually behave? Don't worry, you say He couldn't hear the words. " "They're the hardest to treat," she said. "It's usually total escapism and split personalities." Dr. Lecter put something from the middle of his few vendors' papers on the food slide, and Starling pulled the slide toward him. "Sammy just sent this over with my supper yesterday," he said. This is a small piece of colored art paper with words written in colored pencils. Starling sees: i want to meet jesus i want to follow christ i can follow jesus as long as i'm doing really well Sammy Starling turned her head to the right and looked back.Sammy sat blankly against the cell wall, his head leaning against the bars. "Would you please read it aloud? He can't hear it." Starling began to read. "I want to see Jesus, I want to follow Christ, I can follow Jesus, as long as I'm doing really well." "No, no. Strengthen the timbre like saying 'pea porridge burns the mouth'. The rhythm changes Yes, but the intensity is the same. Lecter clapped his palms lightly, "Pea porridge cans are stored for nine days.Be strong, you know?Be passionate. 'I want to see Jesus, I want to follow Christ. '" "I see," Starling said, placing the paper back on the food slide. "No, you don't understand anything at all." Dr. Lecter jumped up, his soft body suddenly twisted into a strange shape, bent down and squatted like a dwarf, jumped and jumped, clapped his hands, and his voice was like The sonar that detects underwater sound waves screamed, "I want to see jesus - one" Sammy's voice was like a leopard's cough, and suddenly behind her roared louder than a howler monkey.Sammy got up and squeezed his face into the railing. His face was dead gray, his muscles were tense, and the veins on his neck were bulging: "I want to see Jesus i want to follow christ I can follow Jesus as long as I'm doing really well. " There was silence, and Starling realized that she had stood up unknowingly, the folding chair fell back, and the documents on her lap were scattered on the ground. "Sit down, please," said Dr. Lecter, erect and graceful, as if he were a dancer again.He asked her to sit down, and rested his chin on one hand as he sat down easily. "You don't get it at all," he said again. "Sammy was deeply religious. He was only disappointed because Jesus was too late. I can tell Clarice how you got here huh, Sammy?" Sammy pinched the lower part of his face and froze again. "Is that all right, please?" said Dr. Lecter. "Hey hey hey." Sammy's voice came from between his fingers. "Sammy put his mother's head in the collection plate at Troon Road Baptist Church. They sang 'give your best to the Lord' there, and the head was the best thing he had. Lecter said over her shoulder. "Thanks, Sammy. Nothing at all, go watch TV." The tall man slumped to the ground, his head against the fence, exactly as before.The TV image squirmed in his pupils.There were already three silvery white lines on his face, one line of saliva and two lines of tears. "Okay, now let's see if you can give me your take on his question, and then I might give my take on yours. Reciprocate. He's not listening." Starling had to think hard. "The poem changed from 'going to see Jesus' to 'following Christ,'" she said. "There is a sequence here, which makes sense: go, arrive, follow. " "That's right. It's straight up. I'm especially happy that he knows that 'Jesus' and 'Christ' are one and the same. That's progress. One God who is at the same time Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Concepts are hard to reconcile, especially for Sammy, who wasn't sure who he really was, Eltridge-Cliver told us a didactic fable about 'Trinity Oil', and we found that still worked of." "He sees a contingent connection between his actions and his goals, which is structural thinking," Starling said, "and it's the same with rhyme. He's not dulled—he's still crying! You Think he's a catatonic?" "Yes. Can you smell his sweat? That goat smell is called trans-3-methyl-2-isohexanoic acid. Remember, that's what schizophrenics smell like." "And you believe he can be cured?" "Especially now, when he's slowly coming out of his stupor. Look at his face, how radiant it is!" "Dr. Lecter, why do you say Buffalo Bill isn't a sadist?" "Because the papers reported that the rope marks on the bodies were on the wrists, not the ankles. Did you see any rope marks on the West Virginia man's ankle?" "No." "Clarice, the recreational skinning is carried out with the victim hanging upside down, so that the blood pressure in the victim's head and chest can be maintained for a longer time, and the person is always conscious when the skin is being skinned. .Didn't you know that?" "have no idea." "When you get back to Washington, go to the National Gallery of Art and see Titian's Skinning Marthas, or they're going to send it back to Czechoslovakia. Titian's detail is wonderful - look at that help God Pan, here with a bucket of water." "Doctor Lecter, we have encountered some unusual situations here, and some rare opportunities." "A chance for whom?" "For you, if we can save this one. Did you see Senator Martin on TV?" "Yes, I watched the news." "What do you think of what she said?" "Misguided but harmless. Whoever advised her had bad ideas." "Senator Martin has great energy and determination." "tell me the story." "I think your insight is extraordinary. Senator Martin has said that if you will do us a favor and bring Kathleen Baker Martin back alive and unharmed, she can help transfer you to a federal prison, If you can get a view, you will have it. You will also be called to review written psychological evaluations for new patients-in other words, there is still a job. Safety restrictions will not be relaxed." "I don't believe that, Clarice." "You should believe it." "Oh, you and I believe it. But with regard to human behavior, what you don't understand is not only how skinning is usually carried out. You said that it is not strange that an American Senator chooses you as a messenger ?" "I was your choice, Dr. Lecter. You chose me to talk to me. Are you willing to talk to someone else now? Or maybe you feel powerless to help." "That's disrespectful and untrue, Clarice. I don't think Jack Crawford is going to get me anything.  … Maybe I can tell you something you can go to the Senator for, but I'd absolutely have to do it on the condition that you pay for it and deliver it. Maybe I'll make a deal on the condition that you give me a piece of information about yourself. OK or not?" "Let me hear what the problem is." "Yes or no? Catherine's waiting, isn't she? She's listening to the rattling of knives? What do you think she'll ask you to do?" "Let me hear what the problem is." "What's your worst memory from childhood?" Starling took a deep breath. "Don't do that, come on!" said Dr. Lecter. "I'm not interested in hearing your lame fiction." "It was my father's death," Starling said. "Tell me about it." "He was a cop in town. One night he came across two burglars coming out of the back door of the pharmacy, and he was a pain in the ass, and he was crawling out of his pickup truck, pulling out his slide The repeater didn't go all the way and they got shot." "Can't it be fully opened?" "He didn't open the slide all the way. It was an old slide-action repeater, a Lamington 870, and the cartridge got stuck in the loader. The gun wouldn't fire when that happened. Need to take it apart and clean it up. I think now he must have hit the slide on the door when he got out of the car." "Was he killed then?" "No. He was very strong and held on for a month." "Did you see him in the hospital?" "Dr. Lecter—see." "Tell me one detail of the hospital you remember." Starling closed her eyes. "A neighbor came; an older woman, a single lady, who recited to him the last paragraph of The View of Death. I suppose that's all she knew to tell him. That's all. .We've traded." "Yes, we've made a deal. You've been outspoken, Clarice. I know that. I thought it would be quite a pleasure to get to know you in private." "Reciprocate the favor." "Wasn't that girl from West Virginia very attractive when she was alive, don't you think?" "She was well dressed." "Don't waste my time with your femininity." "She's heavy." "Big one?" "yes." "Shot in the chest." "yes." "I guess flat chested." "As far as her boss is concerned, yes." "But the buttocks are big and wide." "Yes, it is." "What else?" "Someone purposely stuffed an insect down her throat - that hasn't been made public." "Is it a butterfly?" She couldn't catch her breath for a while, hoping that he didn't hear what she said just now. "It's a moth," she said. "Please tell me, how did you expect that?" "Clarice, I'm going to tell you what Buffalo Bill wants from Katherine Baker Martin, and then we say good night. These are my last words under the current conditions. You can tell the Senator he wants What about Catherine, so that she will come up with more interesting conditions to offer me... Otherwise, she will wait for Catherine's body to float to the surface, and then she will understand that I was right." "What does he want from her, Dr. Lecter?" "He wants a tank top with boobs," Dr. Lecter said.