GR excerpts right on target.

[Samuel Moyer]

Thanks Jasper.

It is there and I don't remember it at all....

Thanks for the page number.

Sam

----- Original Message -----
From: "Jasper Fidget" <fakename at tokyo.com>
To: "Samuel Moyer" <smoyer at satx.rr.com>; <barbara100 at jps.net>;
<pynchon-l at waste.org>
Sent: Friday, September 14, 2001 8:32 AM
Subject: Re: GR excerpts right on target.


> This is the "autobiographical" passage-- page 739 in the penguin edition
> (the red one with the rising sun on the cover anyway).
>
> Jasper Fidget
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Samuel Moyer" <smoyer at satx.rr.com>
> To: <barbara100 at jps.net>; <pynchon-l at waste.org>
> Sent: Friday, September 14, 2001 8:58 AM
> Subject: Re: GR excerpts right on target.
>
>
> > What edition is this.  Mine has page numbers up to 760 (Penguin).  I
don't
> > recall that last paragraph you quote at all.
> >
> > Thanks,
> > Sam
> >
> > ----- Original Message -----
> > From: <barbara100 at jps.net>
> > To: <pynchon-l at waste.org>
> > Sent: Thursday, September 13, 2001 11:12 PM
> > Subject: GR excerpts right on target.
> >
> >
> > Readings from Gravity's Rainbow today on the afternoon train:
> >
> > "But the Rocket has to be many things, it must answer to a number of
> > different shapes in the dreams of those who touch it--in combat, in
> tunnel,
> > on paper--it must survive heresies shining, unconfoundable...and
heretics
> > there will be: Gnostics who have been taken in a rush of wind and fire
to
> > chambers of the Rocket-throne...Kabbalists who study the Rocket as
Torah,
> > letter by letter--rivets, burner cap and brass rose, its text is theirs
to
> > permute and combine into new revelations, always unfolding...Manichaeans
> who
> > see two Rockets, good and evil, who speak together in the sacred
idiolalia
> > of the Primal Twins (some say their names are Enzian and Blicero) of a
> good
> > Rocket to take us to the stars, an evil Rocket for the World's suicide,
> the
> > two perpetually in struggle.
> > "But these two heretics will be sought and the dominion of silence will
> > enlarge as each one goes down...they will all be sought out.  Each will
> have
> > his personal Rocket. Stored in its target-seeker will be the heretic's
> EEG,
> > the spikes and susurrations of heartbeat, the ghost-blossoming of
personal
> > infrared, each Rocket will know its intended and hunt him, ride him a
> > green-doped and silent hound, through our World, shining and pointed in
> the
> > sky at his back, his guardian, executioner rushing in, rushing
closer...."
> > (GR 848)
> >
> > "He [Enzian] must tell Christian everything he knows, everything he
> suspects
> > or has dreamed.  Proclaiming none of it for truth.  But he must keep
> nothing
> > back for himself .  Nothing is his to keep.  'They have lied to us. They
> > can't keep us from dying, so They lie to us about death.  A cooperative
> > structure of lies.  What have They ever  given us in return for the
trust,
> > the love--They actually say 'love'--we're supposed to owe Them? Can they
> > keep us from even catching cold? from lice, from being alone? from
> anything?
> > Before the Rocket we went on believing, because we wanted to.  But the
> > Rocket can penetrate, from the sky, at any given point.  Nowhere is
safe.
> > We can't believe Them any more.  Not if we are still sane, and love the
> > truth.'" (GR 849)
> >
> > "Between two station marks, yellow crayon through the years of grease
and
> > passage, 1966 and 1971, I tasted my first blood. Do you want to put this
> > part in?] We drank the blood of our enemies.  That's why you see
Gnostics
> so
> > hunted.  The sacrament of the Eucharist is really drinking the blood of
> the
> > enemy.  The Grail, the Sangraal, is the bloody vehicle.  Why else guard
it
> > so sacredly? Why should the black honor-guard ride half a continent,
half
> a
> > splintering Empire, stone night and winter day, if it's only for the
touch
> > of sweet lips on a humble bowl?  No, it's mortal sin they're carrying:
to
> > swallow the enemy, down into the slick juicery to be taken in by all the
> > cells.  Your officially defined 'mortal sin,' that is.  A sin against
you.
> > A section of your penal code, that's all. [ The true sin was yours: to
> > interdict that union.  To draw that line.  To keep us worse than
enemies,
> > who are after all caught in the same field of shit--to keep us
strangers."
> > (GR 862)
> >
> >
> >
> > I LOVE THOMAS PYNCHON !!!
> >
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