The House With A Clock In Its Walls (2004) - Plot & Excerpts
The year was 1948, and it was a warm, windy summer evening. Outside, that is. Lewis could see the moonlit trees tossing gently beyond his window, which was sealed shut like all the windows on the bus. He looked down at his purple corduroy trousers, the kind that go whip-whip when you walk. He put his hand up and rubbed it across his hair, which was parted in the middle and slicked down with Wildroot Cream Oil. His hand was greasy now, so he wiped it on the seat again. His lips were moving, and he was saying a prayer. It was one of his altar-boy prayers: Quia tu es Deus fortitudo mea; quare me repulisti, et quare tristis incedo, dum affligit me inimicus? For Thou O God art my strength; why have you cast me off, and why do I go sorrowful, while the enemy afflicts me? He tried to remember more prayers, but the only one he could come up with was another question: Quare tristis es anima mea, et quare conturbas me? Why art thou sorrowful O my soul, and why do you trouble me? It seemed to Lewis that all he could think of these days were questions: Where am I going?
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