time waits for no one

[jporter]

Kai, you're a man after me own heart. I'm following you- "sumer is a' cumin"
and I'm through here, as well. Was planning to post a little thingy
entitled:

 _A Pollicator's Guide to the Status Quo_

which would have started out:

"In the colliseum of the mind, it's tough to play Caeser without thumbs. Yet
what better way to spy on one's self than to swing through the mind's web-
to flop-flip through the forest of absolutes- without clinging to any one
too tightly, and reducing, as it were, one's pleasure to a certainty?

But it's no fun being lost in the woods for too long. And there does seem to
be so many paths from which to choose. Yet, here, there are no ruby
slippers, and Desmond, tired of bluejays, has become enthralled. He's gone
from rabbits to spotted rabbits to rabbits of a particular spot (or maybe
it's just the spot itself, or, or... who knows what "little critter" will
become his next fetish- god forbid- perhaps his own tail). So, which way
home?

Ethelmer, on semester break, seems to have found his way back to hearth and
home:

    "I should have pray'd," murumers Cousin Ethelmer, to Tenebrae's mild
astonishment. Since appearing in the Doorway during a difficult bit of
double-Back-stitch Filling two days ago,
returned from College in the Jerseys, he has been otherwise all Boldness.
  "Not seiz'd a Match? Not gone running up and down the Decks screaming and
lighting Guns
as you went? Cousin." The Twins consult eachother's Phiz, pretending to be
stricken.
  Ethelmer smiles and amiably pollicates the Rev^d, and less certainly Mr.
LeSpark, his own
Uncle, as if to say, "We are surrounded by the Pious, and their well-known
wish never to hear
of anything that sets the blood a-racing."

Well, if not the pious, than at least, under the current dispensation, what
passes for church and state...."

Perhaps you get the gist. At any rate, you're right, the children are
growing, and it's time to move on.

Mir,

jody

(will most likely continue to lurk)

> From: lorentzen-nicklaus at t-online.de (lorentzen-nicklaus)
> Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2001 12:29:16 +0200
> To: pynchon-l at waste.org
> Subject: time waits for no one
> 
> 
> 
> believe it or not, folks, my 1000 p-list days are over ... spring's coming in,
> & my children are growing ... it's time to move on ... also i've got by now
> all 
> the textual material i need for my next collage-book ... "pynchon & company.
> elektronische briefe" ... will be published at henry holt ... yes, my teutonic
> "everything or nothing!"-ways as well as my "irish" taste for a good (verbal)
> public fight do scare people; yet it comes all straight outta heart ... my
> cordial thanks go to the people who gave me the chance to learn, especially to
> rob, david, paul, chris, frodeaux, malignd, rich, jody, & keith ... be sure i
> can hear your voices! ... perhaps i'll lurk, perhaps not ... & if you ever
> come 
> to hamburg, "eternal hamburg: stadt aller städte" (rainald  goetz), gimme a
> call & i'll show you around ...storms are shakin' the trees outside ... will
> dry my tears with roses later ... out of the stereo streams "what's going on"
> ... now it's here a quarter past noon ... nun macht schon weiter, ich bin ---
> draußen...kfl 
> 

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