GRGR(17) - The Necropolis

[David Morris]

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(374.11) "They said it was a stroke," Saure sez.  His voice is arriving from 
[...] directly underneath, as the wide necropolis begins now to draw inward, 
to neck down and stretch out into a Corridor, one known to Slothrop though 
not by name, a deformation of space that lurks inside his life, latent as a 
hereditary disease.  A band of doctors with white masks that cover 
everything but the eyes, bleak and grown-up eyes, move in step [...] They 
carry shiny black kits.  Metal rings inside the black leather, rings as if 
to speak, as if a ventriloquist were playing a trick, 
help-let-me-out-of-here....
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The Corridor is now called the entrance to the necropolis, the Underworld.  
Here the doctors are the psychopomps.

Infant Tyrone was wheeled down this Corridor, way back then, void of any 
control.  He couldn't even voice his protests in words.  
"Help-let-me-out-of-here" is the voice of the "Not-Yet-Dead," paralyzed in 
the coffin.

The Rocket is a kind of coffin for Gottfried, one he willingly occupies.  
Was Baby Slothrop also installed in a coffin geared for flight.  Was Their 
intent to fashion Baby Slothrop into a Rocketman?
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