Help me, Will

[David Casseres]

That David Kipen sez that Pynchon sez

>> "Snow-Balls have flown their Arcs, starr'd the Sides of
>> Outbuildings, carried Hats away into the brisk Wind off Delaware,--
>> the Sleds are brought in and their Runners carefully dried and
>> greased, Shoes deposited in the back Hall, a stocking'd-foot Descent
>> made upon the great Kitchen, in a purposeful Dither since Morning,
>> punctuated by the ringing Lids of Boilers and Stewing-Pots, fragrant
>> with Pie-Spices, peel'd Fruits, Suet, heated Sugar,-- the Children,
>> having all upon the Fly, among rhythmic slaps of Batter and Spoon,
>> coax'd and stolen what they might, proceed, as upon each afternoon
>> all this snowy Winter, to a comfortable room at the rear of the
>> House, years since given over to their carefree Assaults."
>
>> It came yesterday morning. Go to town. Beware, though. In hopes of
>> adding a little I.A. Richards/Gene Rayburn piquancy to the whole
>> affair, I've taken the liberty of replacing one of the words with a
>> near-synonym. Any guesses, Pynchomanes?

Fruits / Bananas?


Cheers,
David