Re bigbooks

[Michael G. Koopman]

Lindsay Gillies, if we tread past the narcissist venue assailing your
opening and in response to such interior feelings vested by Eric Alan
Weinstein and akin with j.porter's stop in Zurich, though tropically
applied rather then Freya'ng in Jungian's reign, purportedly, might we
continue this thread on a bridge with lines addressing Pynchon venue?

> including Orwell and Chesterton---for the rest, he was just a pulp writer).
> 
> Learning to read by reading, closely, repetitively, a few great works would 
> prepare a student for a lifetime of pleasure and illumination.  Other 
> approaches are just literary cattleyards.

Is to take this as an offhand remark that Pynchon is not a setting sun
of tea, bearly innocent to those dollars and sensibilities aroused by
a re: publish can'nd tuna tight like pre`nunzio my dad's nesting moi
all snug in a betta up roused for water (ballet parks sausages) on my
needed frictional rainbo sparks like third rails in a couple of short
pepper reaching for power lines in paths of up and over vans vacation?

This is a far reaching concert dinah bell not tolled by your spin boiz
house not doing only localized venues?  You might consider how wider
foreheads might vestiment this pressed upon interior fashion show and
tell about why rosey bush dearly missed bold rocker arms over tern'z
of bowl head manners sloping entrenchments.  What other interior
stench and reddly burst lines of Pynchon's train of thought experiment
might be suited to this purchase of logical over lorrie trails?

_Perhaps the depth of thought from A-Z in white terrains might be
arousing some write thought to countermand these predictive tremors.
But, then fronting such loads to changing guards is implication upon
an older relationship now not as free to devolve without consequential
concerns again raized all over.  Or, do I summise too much from your
color(bar)ful precepts?

Mike Koopman internet: koopman at ctc.com phone: +1-814-269-2637