Mr. Coleslaw looks at it in complete disbelief. His mouth is open and his eyes are wide.
Marty looks to Uncle Al. The gun is still smoking in his hands. His face is tired, but at peace.
"Happy new year, Uncle Al," Marty says.
Marty's parents were very worried that their son would be traumatized from his experience. But for Marty, the experience confronting the Beast would live in his heart forever. And he believed that because of his experience, it had been the best Fourth of all.
"We see in part, and thus is the mirror of prophecy darkened. There are other worlds, gunslinger, and other demons."
"All the chips on the table. Every card but one. The boy dangled, a living Tarot card, the Hanged Man, the Phoenician sailor, innocent lost and barely above the wave of a stygian sea."
"Go then. There are other worlds than these."
"He had become the boy; the boy had become him. He was become a werewolf of his own making. In deep dreams he would become the boy and speak boy's strange city tongue. This is death. Is it? Is it?"
"She broke the blue plate!"
There is only the Beast now. It is here now like some horror-monster from a drive-in movie, a horror-monster that has come off the movie screen and into reality.