"Wanda is Pynchon."

[eurydice]

>At 11:29 PM 1/19/99 -0800, you wrote:
>>Ah, then I am to be debriefed? (this may appear rather stream-of conscious,
>>but it is late, both in the evening, and in the century...)
>
>You have me interested, and I'll bite:
>
>a) you didn't, to my knowledge, and I have followed this loosely,
>explicitly say you met with Pynchon himself
>b) I couldn't possibly guess your motives.
>c) I wonder how you initially made the acquaintance?
>
>So, person for whom Orpheus was willing to go to Hell or the Creon's wife
>in Antigone, would you be so kind as you satisfy my curiousity?
>
>Your Obs. Servant,

In answer to your questions a-c:

a) The gentleman never explicitly identified himself by any other name than
Tyrone

b) I have no motives.

c) I was eating a burger at Mary's Place on Shattuck, and reading a volume
of the Presocratic Philosophers, when this gentleman asked me if he could
share the table, and began discussing Heraclitus and Parmenides with me. He
had a ruckscak with him, and it turned out to be like the raincoat pocket
of Harpo Marx, iregarding the disparate materials that he would produce out
of it (volumes of British Romantic Poets, Earth First pamphlets, a copy of
Dylan's Tarantula, a cassette of Sonny Boy Williamson. We never made dates
to meet each other, we would just happen to turn up in Mary's Place at the
same time over a period of many months. I seem to remember that we
discussed the Oliver North hearings as well one time. I'm sure he was in
there on occasions when I was not, so he may have talked to other folk as
well...