“I could not stand, nor move the arms below the elbows.”
This example of ‘elbows-in-fiction’ effectively forms the ‘dying fall’ conclusion of a seemingly mad mayhem of blood that persists page after page in the guise of a manuscript within a story!
A Frankenstein-like revival of a corpse, but the man being thus revived turns out, I think, to be the long lost twin brother of the doctor reviving him, and both happened to be vivisectors! (They had once crossed swords over a lady, I think!)
A coincidence that staggers even a coincidencer like me!
And somehow it seems to be in some wild synergy with THIS mad-blood mayhem of a story by Denis Johnson that I happened to read and review by coincidence this very morning!