MDDM Ch. 25 "a Remembrancer"

[Bandwraith at aol.com]

“...something stashed in thy Boot-Strap to get thee going upon a cold Day,- a part of the soul that doesn’t depend on Memories, that lies further than Memories...?” [253.10]

Well, how about a little freeze-dried paranoia:
    
    He turned to speak to Heff but Heff was staring at the brick wall in horror. Gnossos looked as well, and a scalding chill swam through the viscous fluids of his bowels like an evil fish. The frieze on the wall was not a frieze.

    It was a spider monkey.
    “Proust,” said Heap, who had materialized at their side.
    They both jumped at the name. “What?”
    “That’s his name, guys. The monkey.”
    “Proust?” asked Heff.
    “He’s asthmatic, digs being alone. Has a weak bladder.
    Don’t get too close.”

    Not a chance, sweetheart, came the thought, Gnossos clutching his groin to hex away the dangers of the underworld.

    “We turn him on,” whispered Heap, snapping his finger leisurely, picking up the rhythm he’d abandoned the day before. “But only by stages, slow degrees. He’s beautiful, baby, you really can’t touch his head with the mixture anymore. Digs lysergic shit, you make that? Mix it with a little banana puree, never knows the difference...”  [BDSL-penguin, 130-1]