this phrase and the story about the cbw spill in utah and my memories of stewart 's fine book all became entwined in my thoughts about patty hearst and the sla , and one day while sitting at my typewriter , my eyes traveling back and forth between that creepy homily on the wall to the maddeningly blank sheet of paper in the machine , i wrote -just to write something : the world cones to an end but tverybody in the sla is somehow immune .