Philip K. Dick - A Scanner Darkly - Maddy lyrics

He had no more success with him than he did with himself. It hurt to feel the dog suffer; he never stopped trying to help him. In some respect this was the worst part, the suffering of the animal, who could not complain. "What the f** are you doing there all day in the shower with the goddamn dog?" his buddy Charles Freck asked one time, coming in during this. Jerry said, "I got to get the aphids off him." He brought Max, the dog, out of the shower and began drying him. Charles Freck watched, mystified, as Jerry rubbed baby oil and talc into the dog's fur. All over the house, cans of insect spray, bottles of talc, and baby oil and skin conditioners were piled and tossed, most of them empty; he used many cans a day now. "I don't see any aphids," Charles said. "What's an aphid?" "It eventually k**s you," Jerry said. "That's what an aphid is. They're in my hair and my skin and my lungs, and the goddamn pain is unbearable--I'm going to have to go to the hospital." "How come I can't see them?" Jerry put down the dog, which was wrapped in a towel, and knelt over the shag rug.