ch.67 "Oh, Coz, what Stuff."

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Thu Aug 1 08:39:13 CDT 2002


There is something odd about this whole
passage, including the Sky-fishing bit. If
the natives are willing to use their bodies
and spirits for bait, what is it that visits
them from the stars, "Never all at once..."

Is this passage pure "Pynchonian Interpolation,"
or is there some historical basis for this
practice?



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