Why did he stop to listen?
And why did he start to dance?
He doesn’t know.
And would answers make a good thing better?
Later, he’ll lose the ability to walk, never mind dancing with little sister on the promenade.
Later, he’ll lose the ability to chew food.
Later, he’ll forget his wife’s name.
Later, he’ll lose his grip on the difference between waking and sleeping and enter a land of pain so great he will wonder why God made the world.
What he will remember, occasionally, is how he stopped and dropped his briefcase and began to move his hips to the beat of the drums.
Stephen King, Life of Chuck
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