VV (19) You've got a friend in Stencil

[Samuel Moyer]

On review, I forgot to include a second example of Stencil running and
leaving Profane behind....

Page 416:
"Who are the cops to me? Stencil's got the teeth."  He (Profane) was
terrified.  It had only now occurred to him that he'd broken the law.

"Stencil, buddy, what do you say to one of us going back there with a
toothache and figuring out a way..." He tapered off.  Stencil kept quiet.

"Was all that rigamorole with the rope just a way to get me to come along?
What's so special about me?"

Nobody said anything.  Paola looked about ready to burst from her tracks,
bawling and looking to be held by Profane.

All of a sudden there was noise in the hallway.  Somebody began banging on
the door.  "Police," a voice said.

Stencil jamming the teeth into one pocket, dashed away for the fire escape.
"Now what the hell," Profane said.  By the time Paola did open up Stencil
was long gone.  The same Ten Eyck who had broken up the orgy at MAfia's
stood there with one arm slung under a sodden Roony Winsome.


Sam


----- Original Message -----
From: "Samuel Moyer" <smoyer at satx.rr.com>
To: "Pynchon-L (E-mail)" <pynchon-l at waste.org>
Sent: Friday, July 13, 2001 11:36 PM
Subject: Re: VV (19) You've got a friend in Stencil


> Page 451, Stencil leaves a note on Profane's beer belly (funny, makes me
> think of the sticky note to feed the cat left on John Cusack's forehead in
> the movie "Better Off Dead")... anyway...
>
> Note is worth coming back to in another post, but it has Stencil leaving
for
> Stockholm.  "Dispose as you will of Profane.  Stencil has no further need
> for any of you.  Sahha."  (452)
>
> In this e-mail I will subject you to further quotations from the text, as
is
> my habit, to illustrate that this is a habit of Stencils....
>
>
> Stencil and Profane.... Eigenvalue's office rooftop, Profane hanging by a
> rope....(391):
>
> "Break it," he gritted.  All at once another police car, sirens screaming,
> lights flashing round and round, came tearing down the Park.  Stencil
ducked
> behind the roof's low wall.  The car kept going.  Stencil waited till it
was
> way downtown, out of earshot.  And a minute or so more.  Then arose
> cautiously and looked after Profane.
>
>
>