GRGR(31) - One, One, One
David Morris
fqmorris at hotmail.com
Wed Jul 19 00:09:26 CDT 2000
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(693.3) To come into a northern Zone town is to enter a strange harbor, from
the sea, on a foggy day.
But in each of these streets, some vestige of humanity, of Earth, has
to remain. [...] [Even in a street where there was an Army-chaplain], still
therewillbe one time, one dyed afternoon, [...] or one day of rain [...] one
face [...] on busfull of faces [...]
At least one moment of passage, one it wil hurt to loose, ought to be
found for every street now indifferently gray with commerce, with war, with
repression... finding it, learning to cherish what was lost, might we find
some way back?
In one of these streets [...] the letters
MB DRO
ROSHI
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On this street Slothrop finds his one moment, on a scrap of paper. And it
demands his attention, "Hey, look at me!" "It is not only a sudden white
genital onset in the sky - it is also, perhaps, a tree....."
This s image Slothrop sees: Life! The genital and, more so, the Tree are
symbols of Life, that vestige of humanity remaining, passing away the next
moment. Slothrop, if he could, would hold on to this, but it is sufficient
that he saw it.
David Morris
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