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I　think　of　Mr。　Jingles　dying　while　my　back　was　turned　and　my　attention　usurped　by　an　unkind　man　whose　finest　emotion　seemed　to　be　a　species　of　vindictive　curiosity。　I　think　of　Janice；　jittering　away　her　last　mindless　seconds　as　I　knelt　with　her　in　the　rain。

Stop　it；　I　tried　to　tell　John　that　day　in　his　cell。　Let　go　of　my　hands；　Im　going　to　drown　if　you　dont。　Drown　or　explode。

〃You　wont　splode；〃　he　answered；　hearing　my　thought　and　smiling　at　the　idea。　And　the　horrible　thing　is　that　I　didnt。　I　havent。

I　have　at　least　one　old　mans　ill：　I　suffer　from　insomnia。　Late　at　night　I　lie　in　my　bed；　listening　to　the　dank　and　hopeless　sound　of　infirm　men　and　women　coughing　their　courses　deeper　into　old　age。　Sometimes　I　hear　a　call…bell；　or　the　squeak　of　a　shoe　in　the　corridor；　or　Mrs。　Javitss　little　TV　tuned　to　the　late　news。　I　lie　here；　and　if　the　moon　is　in　my　window；　I　watch　it。　I　lie　here　and　think　about　Brutal；　and　Dean；　and　sometimes　William　Wharton　saying　Thats　right；　nigger；　bad　as　youd　want。　I　think　of　Delacroix　saying　Watch　this　Boss　Edgebe；　I　teach　Mr。　Jingles　a　new　trick。　I　think　of　Elaine；　standing　in　the　door　of　the　sunroom　and　telling　Brad　Dolan　to　leave　me　alone。　Sometimes　I　doze　and　see　that　underpass　in　the　rain；　with　John　Coffey　standing　beneath　it　in　the　shadows。　Its　never　just　a　trick　of　the　eye；　in　these　little　dreams；　its　always　him　for　sure；　my　big　boy；　just　standing　there　and　watching。　I　he　here　and　wait。　I　think　about　Janice；　how　I　lost　her；　how　she　ran　away　red　through　my　fingers　in　the　rain；　and　I　wait。　We　each　owe　a　death；　there　are　no　exceptions；　I　know　that；　but　sometimes；　oh　God；　the　Green　Mile　is　so　long。

Authors　Afterword

I　dont　think　Id　want　to　do　another　serial　novel　（if　only　because　the　critics　get　to　kick　your　ass　six　times　instead　of　just　the　once）；　but　I　wouldnt　have　missed　the　experience　for　the　world。　As　I　write　this　afterword　on　the　day　before　Part　2　of　The　Green　Mile　is　to　be　published；　the　serialization　experiment　is　looking　like　a　success；　at　least　in　terms　of　sales。　For　that；　Constant　Reader；　I　want　to　thank　you。　And　something　a　bit　different　wakes　us　all　up　a　little；　maybe　…　lets　us　see　the　old　business　of　storytelling　in　a　new　way。　Thats　how　it　worked　for　me；　anyway。

I　wrote　in　a　hurry　because　the　format　demanded　that　I　write　in　a　hurry。　That　was　part　of　the　exhilaration；　but　it　also　may　have　produced　a　number　of　anachronisms。　The　guards　and　prisoners　listen　to　Allens　Alley　on　their　E　Block　radio；　and　I　doubt　if　Fred　Allen　was　actually　broadcasting　in　1932。　The　same　may　hold　true　for　Kay　Kyser　and　his　Kollege　of　Musical　Knowledge。　This　isnt　to　let　me　off　the　hook；　but　it　sometimes　seems　to　me　that　history　which　has　recently　fallen　over　the　horizon　is　harder　to　research　than　the　Middle　Ages　or　the　time　of　the　Crusades。　I　was　able　to　determine　that　Brutal　might　indeed　have　called　the　mouse　on　the　Mile　Steamboat　Willy　…　the　Disney　cartoon　had　been　in　existence　almost　four　years　by　then　…　but　I　have　a　sneaking　suspicion　that　the　little　pornographic　ic　book　featuring　Popeye　and　Olive　Oyl　is　an　artifact　out　of　time。　I　might　clean　up　some　of　this　stuff　when　and　if　I　decide　to　do　The　Green　Mile　as　a　single　volume　。。。　but　maybe　Ill　leave　the　goofs。　After　all；　doesnt　the　great　Shakespeare　himself　include　in　Julius　Caesar　the　anachronism　of　a　striking　clock　long　before　mechanical　clocks　were　invented？

Doing　The　Green　Mile　as　a　single　volume　would　present　its　own　unique　challenges；　I　have　e　to　realize；　partly　because　the　book　couldnt　be　published　as　it　was　issued　in　its　installments。　Because　I　took　Charles　Dickens　as　my　model；　I　asked　several　people　how　Dickens　had　handled　the　problem　of　refreshing　his　readers；　recollections　at　the　beginning　of　each　new　episode。　I　had　expected　something　like　the　synopses　which　preceded　each　installment　of　my　beloved　Saturday　Evening　Post　serials；　and　discovered　that　Dickens　had　not　been　so　crude；　he　built　the　synopsis　into　the　actual　story。

While　I　was　trying　to　decide　how　to　do　this；　my　Wife　began　telling　me　（she　doesnt　exactly　nag；　but　sometimes　she　advocates　rather　ruthlessly）　that　I　had　never　really　finished　the　story　of　Mr。　Jingles；　the　circus　mouse。　I　thought　she　was　right；　and　began　to　see　that；　by　making　Mr。　Jingles　a　secret　of　Paul　Edgebes　in　his　old　age；　I　could　create　a　fairly　interesting　〃front　story。〃（The　result　is　a　little　bit　like　the　form　taken　by　the　film　version　of　Fried　Green　Tomatoes。）　In　fact；　everything　in　Pauls　front　story　…　the　story　of　his　life　at　the　Georgia　Pines　old　folks；　home　…　turned　out　to　my　satisfaction。　I　particularly　liked　the　way　that　Dolan；　the　orderly；　and　Percy　Wetmore　became　entwined　in　Pauls　mind。　And　that　was　not　something　I　planned　or　did　on　purpose；　like　the　happiest　of　fictions；　it　just　ambled　along　and　stepped　into　its　place。

I　want　to　thank　Ralph　Vicinanza　for　bringing　me　the　…　serial　thriller　…　idea　in　the　first　place；　and　all　my　friends　at　Viking　Penguin　and　Sig　for　getting　behind　it；　even　though　they　were　scared　to　death　at　the　beginning　（all　writers　are　crazy；　and　of　course　they　knew　that）。　I　also　want　to　thank　Marsha　DeFilippo；　who　transcribed　a　whole　stenographers　notebook　full　of　my　cramped　handwriting　and　never　plained。　Well　。。。　rarely　plained。

Most　of　all；　though；　I　want　to　thank　my　wife；　Tabitha；　who　read　this　story　and　said　she　liked　it。　Writers　almost　always　write　with　some　ideal　reader　in　mind；　I　think；　and　my　wife　is　mine。　We　dont　always　see　eye　to　eye　when　it　es　to　what　we　each　write　（hell；　we　rarely　see　eye　to　eye　when　were　shopping　together　in　the　supermarket）；　but　when　she　says　its　good；　it　usually　is。　Because　shes　tough；　and　if　I　try　to　cheat　or　cut　a　er；　she　always　sees　it。

And　you；　Constant　Reader。　Thank　you；　as　well；　and　if　you　have　any　ideas　about　The　Green　Mile　as　a　single　volume；　please　let　me　know。

Stephen　KingApril　28；　1996New　York　City

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