He cut me first. I felt the knife slide up along my left arm but, you
know, it didn't even hurt, only kind of stung a little. I didn't care
about that. I got him in the face, and the bottle came away, and it was
all like gray and white jelly, and then blood began to spring out. He
screamed. Oh, that scream! I never heard anything like that scream. It
was what I had been waiting all my life for.
I kicked him as he staggered back, and he fell. And I was on top of him,
with the bottle, and I was careful to stay away from the heart or the
throat, because that was too quick, but I worked over the face, and I
felt his knife get me a couple times more, and--