Stephen King-Breathing Method torrent

McCarron, old and dry and leathery, sat in the huge chair by the fire. The flames seemed particularly wild that night, hypnotizing, as the cavemen were hypnotized by it as the wind walked and talked outside their cold northern caves. At last, still looking into the fire, bent slightly forward so that his forearms rested on his thigh and his clasped hands hung in a knot between his knees, McCarron began to tell his story.