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So that you will know the joys and sorrows of great waters:<div><br></div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&feature=endscreen&v=1HxHwuiDPgk">http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&feature=endscreen&v=1HxHwuiDPgk</a></div><div><br></div><div><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animals_(Pink_Floyd_album)">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animals_(Pink_Floyd_album)</a></div><div><br></div><div><br><div><div id="SkyDrivePlaceholder"></div><hr id="stopSpelling">Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2012 10:33:10 -0500<br>Subject: Pynchon's God is a Dog or a Dead Horse Dixon Whipped of Didn't with a Slave Dealer<br>From: barbiegaze@gmail.com<br>To: pynchon-l@waste.org<br><br>Yesterday I was late to work because I could not take my eyes off a young man who first caught my attention when he bent over; he had a large plastic bag over each hand. I was checking out his butt. But the plastic bags were a curiousity still. When two huge dogs dumped their loads on the grass and the young man collected these steming piles of dog doo, I got to thinking of Pynchon's dogs. Dog, as every catholic school boy knows, is God in reverse. When I saw the handsome, dare I say, beautiful young man with the rock hard glutes, I understood what only dog lovers and Pynchon fanatics have known all along. Dixon! Oh, did I mention that the young man called one of the dogs Dixon and the other one Slave Dealer. Yup. Ain't that a horse of a different quaker?</div></div> </div></body>
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