Going in style

One literary scene came to mind as I saw Dick Cheney in his wheelchair. It's from "Red Dragon," the grisly thriller from Thomas Harris. To wit:

Dolarhyde stopped the wheelchair in a bit of littered shelter between a dumpster and a parked truck. . . .

Lit with a whump and shoved, sent rolling . . . eeek, eeek, eeekeeekeeek the wheels.

The guard looked up as a scream blew the burning gag away. He saw the fireball coming, bouncing on the potholes, trailing smoke and sparks and the flames blown back like wings, disjointed reflections leaping along the shop windows.

It veered, struck a parked car and overturned in front of the building, one wheel spinning and flames through the spokes, blazing arms rising in the fighting posture of the burned. . . .