GRGR(33) - Summary "A"

[David Morris]

Courtesy of Dr. Daw and the Great Quail at the now "Modern Word":

http://www.themodernword.com/pynchon/pynchon_grsumm.html

(70) Geli Tripping uses her deep folk magic to stop her murderous 
Tchitcherine. She is no citizen of the Hexes-Stadt -- where even Magick can 
be bureaucratized. . . . She wonders where Pan will carry her, out in the 
luminous spaces. She sees Gottfried kneel before Blicero, prior to the 
Launch. Tonight, it is important for both of them to be men. He tells the 
boy how Gravity rules all the way out to the cold spheres, and that there is 
always the danger of falling. . . . He speaks Rilkean language: I want to 
break out -- to leave this cycle of infection and death. I want to be taken 
in love: so taken that you and I, and death, and life, will be gathered, 
inseparable, into the radiance of what we would become. . . . The scene 
itself must be read as a card, though it has no name, and, like The Fool, no 
agreed assignment in the Deck.

(71) Here's Enzian ramrodding his brand new rocket through the night. It is 
the 00001, the second in its series. He sees a picture of "Der 
Raketen-Stadt." It shows the ceremonial City, fourfold as expected, 
architectural and human, built in a mandalic form like a Herero village. 
There is a scholasticism here, a Rocket-state cosmology, because the Rocket 
has to be many things. Some say that each will have his own personal Rocket. 
Enzian must struggle to keep the Hereros together, even though in his heart 
he only feels a kinship with the preterite, the vast humility dying in pain 
across the Zone that night. He will have to confront Ombindi with his 
rocket-ideology, Gnosticism, Kabbalism, Manicheanism, the Throne of 
Merkabah, and save the Empty ones from the forces of tribal Suicide.

(72) Geli again meets Tchitcherine; but he does not know her. She stops his 
mad quest against his half-brother with a charm, and he passes by without 
seeing her. He eyes are covered as she fastens the silk crotch of her 
underpants across the eyes of a doll. By all the Holy names of God, by the 
Angels Melchidael, Yahoel, Anafiel, and the great Metatron, she turns his 
course aside.

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