mddm (ch. 46): objet trouvé

[lorentzen-nicklaus]

°°° "'nathanael, my hasty puddin', he brings that ax to bed. he talks to it, and wants me to do the same. 'oh, - oh how d'ye do, there,'says i to it, as so would you, were it being wiggl'd at you by some piece o'logging machinery with an erection. then he starts in with the 'yingle-yangle!'" (p. 456). makes me think not only of the rocket & sloth, yet also of rachel and her mg: "he reflected that here was another inanimate object that had nearly killed him. he was not sure whether he meant rachel or the car. (...) 'you beautiful stud,' he heard her say, 'i love to touch you.' wha, he thought. 'do you know what i feel when we're out on the road? alone, just us?' she was running the sponge caressingly over its front bumper. 'your funny responses, darling, that i know so well. the way your brakes pull a little to the left, the way you start to shudder around 5000 rpm when you're exited. and you burn oil when you're mad at me, don't you? i know.' there was none of your madness in her voice; it might have been a school-girl's game, though still, he admitted quaint. 'we'll always be together,' running a chamois over the hood, 'and you needn't worry about the black buick we passed on the road today. ugh. fat, greasy mafia car. i expected to see a body come flying out the back door, didn't you? besides, you're so angular and proper-english and tweedy---and oh, so ivy that i couldn't ever leave you, dear.' it occured to profane that he might vomit. public displays of sentiment often affected him this way. she had climbed in the car and now lay back in the driver's seat, her throat open to the summer constellations ..." (pp. 24, 28f: picador-edition) 

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