S: He said hi. That was all. 'Hi, Keith.' Like everything was hunky-dory.
V: And your response was...?
S: My response was pretty blue. I was mad. And Johnny is just standing there, looking all around and holding onto the side of the liner like he would fall down if he let go. That was when I realized how sick he looked. He was always thin, you know, but now he looked as white as paper, and the side of his mouth was kind of ...you know... drawn down. At first he didn't even seem to get what I was saying. Then he looked around and saw the way that line was - all over the road.
V: And he said...?
S: Said he was sorry. Then he kind of - I don't know -staggered, and put one hand up to his face. So I asked him what was wrong with him and he said... oh, a lot of confused stuff. It didn't mean anything.
Cohen: Mr. Strang, the Committee is particularly interested in anything Mr. Smith said that might cast a light on this matter. Can you remember what he said?
S: Well, at first he said there was nothing wrong except that it smelled like rubber tires. Tires on fire. Then he said, 'That battery will explode if you try to jump it.' And something like, 'I got potatoes in the chest and both radios are in the sun. So it's all out for the trees.' That's the best I can remember. Like I say, it was all confused and crazy.
V: What happened then?
S: He started to fall down. So I grabbed him by the shoulder and his hand - he had been holding it against the side of his face - it came away. And I saw his right eye was full of blood. Then he passed out.
V: But he said one more thing before he passed out, did he not?
S: Yes, Sir, he did.
V: And what was that?
S: He said, 'We'll worry about Stillson later, Daddy, he's in the dead zone now.'
V: Are you sure that's what he said?
S: Yes, Sir, I am. I'll never forget it.
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... and when I woke up I was in the small equipment. shed at the base of Rosemont Drive. Keith said I'd better get to see a doctor right away, and I wasn't to come back to work until I did. I was scared, Dad, but not for the reasons Keith thought,. I guess. Anyway, I made an appointment to see a neurologist that Sam Weizak had mentioned to me in a letter he wrote in early November. You see, I had written to Sam telling him that I was afraid to drive a car because I was having some incidents of double vision. Sam wrote back right away and told me to go see this Dr. Vann - said he considered the symptoms very alarming, but wouldn't presume to diagnose long-distance.
I didn't go right away. I guess your mind can screw you over pretty well, and l kept thinking right up to the incident with the road-lining machine - that it was just a phase I was going through and that it would get better. I guess I just didn't want to think about the alternative. But the road-lining incident was too much. I went, because I was getting scared - not just for myself, because of what I knew.
So I went to see this Dr. Vann, and he gave me the tests, and then he laid it. out for me. It turned out I didn't have as much time as I thought, because...
4.
Excerpt from testimony given before the so-called 'Stillson Committee', chaired by Senator William Cohen of Maine. The questioner is Mr. Norman D. Verizer, the Committee's Chief Counsel. The witness is Dr. Quentin M. Vann, of 17 Parkland Drive, Phoenix, Arizona. Date of testimony: August 22, 1979.
Verizer: After your tests were complete and your diagnosis was complete, you saw John Smith in your office, didn't you?
Vann: Yes. It was a difficult meeting. Such meetings are always difficult.
Ve: Can you give us the substance of what passed between you?
Va: Yes. Under these unusual circumstances, I believe that the doctor-patient relationship may be waived. I began by pointing out to Smith that he had had a terribly frightening experience. He agreed. His right eye was still extremely bloodshot, but it was better. He had ruptured a small capillary. If I may refer to the chart...
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Ve: And after making this explanation to Smith?
Va: He asked me for the bottom line. That was his phrase; 'the bottom line'. In a quiet way he impressed me with his calmness and his courage.
Ve: And the bottom line was what, Dr. Vann?
Va: Ah? I thought that would be clear by now. John Smith had an extremely well-developed brain tumor in the parietal lobe.
(Disorder among spectators; short recess)
Ve: Doctor, I'm sorry about this interruption. I'd like to remind the spectators that this Committee is in session, and that it is an investigatory body, not a freak-show. I'll have order or I'll have the Sergeant-at-Arms clear the room.
Va: That is quite all right, Mr. Verizer.
Ve: Thank you, Doctor. Can you tell the Committee how Smith took the news?
Va: He was calm. Extraordinarily calm. I believe that in his heart he had formed his own diagnosis, and that his and mine happened to coincide. He said that he was badly scared, however. And he asked me how long he had to live.