the dread-litany: naming Withdrawal
Not just get strung out or sick. Withdraw. The words echoed in his neuralgiac and wigless head with the simply most awful sinister-footsteps-echoing-in-deserted-corridor quality. Withdrawal. The Wingless Fowl. Turkeyfication. Kicking. The Old Cold Bird.
Context
The theme's anchor invocation of the thing itself. Withdrawal is capitalized into a proper noun and given a litany of folk-names — the Wingless Fowl, Turkeyfication, the Old Cold Bird — each a euphemism the street uses to hold the horror at arm's length, and the "sinister-footsteps-echoing-in-deserted-corridor" image establishes the controlling metaphor the whole scene will inhabit: Withdrawal as a lightless corridor you are forced to walk to the end of. Poor Tony has never once had to do this in the decades since he "first got strung at seventeen," because his charms always bought him out; the litany marks the moment the exits close.