Ms.Wanda (fwd)

[Bonnie Surfus (ENG)]

looking at this letter, I think of the BEckett influence--part. in 
_Molloy_ where we read:

	. . . in winter, under my greatcoat, I wrapped myself in swathes 
	of newspaper, and did not shed them until the earth awoke, for good,
	in April.  The Times Literary Supplement was admirably adapted 
	to this purpose, of a neverfailing toughness and impermeability.
	Even farts made no impression on it.  I can't help it, gas 
	escapes from my fundament on the least pretext, it's hard not to
	mention it now and than, however great my distaste.  One day I 
	counted them.  Three hundred and fifteen farts an hour.  After
	all it's not excessive.  Four farts every fifteen minutes.
	It's unbelievable.  Damn it, I hardly fart at all, I should never
	have mentioned it.  Extraordinary how mathematics help you to
	know yourself (_Molloy_ 30)

kind of interesting, esp. considering the PYnchon/Times associations.

Bonnie