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Slowly and inexorably, without once taking a turn for the better, the thing had assumed a life of its own, advancing from a faint, phlegm-filled rattle in the lungs on February third to the wheezy sputum-jigs and gobby convulsions of high summer.
In "Moon Palace" there's a conversation about the first moon landing and if it really happened or if it was just a hoax created in a Hollywood studio.
The idea of a fake moon landing is the central motif of the movie Les mercredis de l'histoire: Kubrick, Nixon und der Mann im Mond (2002).
The cough had been inside him for over six months, and by now there wasn't a chance in hell that he would ever get rid of it.
All that was bad enough, but in the past two weeks a new tonality had crept into the bronchial musicsomething tight and flinty and percussiveand the attacks came so often now as to be almost constant. Bones half expected Willy's body to explode from the rockets of pressure bursting against his rib cage. Bones had been with Willy since his earliest days as a pup, and by now it was next to impossible for him to imagine a world that did not have his master in it.
She's always found this crowd too gloomy, and thinks there is something unhealthy about their slavish devotion to one author.