i can see the red light of her cigarette 's cherry . it was sent by a nice young lady from the bookstore . if death is the opposite of living , then i hope death is like floating . my blood started to boil and i fisted my hands at my sides . a telephone call from a dead man - it was the stuff of the movies he liked . `` there are two copies , your majesty . it is the way my mind works . you are the only common factor in both places . '' 