Anthony Perkins turns his head in five incremental movements rather than one continous motion. It was like bricks in a wall, clearly countable, not like the flight of an arrow or a bird.
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Everybody was watching something. He was watching two men, they were watching the screen, Anthony Perkins at his peephole was watching Janet Leigh undress.
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He was thinking a woman would enter who'd stay and watch for a time, finding her way to a place at the wall, an hour, half an hour, that was enough, half an hour, that was sufficient, a serious person, soft-spoken, wearing a pale summer dress.
Don DeLillo, Point Omega (2010)
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