Pynchon as propaganda

[Terrance]

What sticks out for me in the Streets fragment, besides the white cock, 
is this sentence: 

"But in each of these streets, some vestige of humanity, of Earth, has
to remain. No matter what has been done to it, no matter what its been
used for...."

It **has** to remain. 


And,  of course, 

"mightn't we find some way back?" 

Cold and northern and white. 

"...Hafenstrasse in Greifswald, down over his back fell the cold shadow
of some massive church. But isn't that Petritor, that stunted brick
tower-arch straddling the alleyway ahead ... why was he looking up? 

The garrison-churches echo with starlings. 

Very grim indeed, but their is hope, their is faith, their is a
certitude about the Earth that transcends the dark, cold, cross and
cock. 

I don't think this hope can be divorced from religion in GR. That
includes, and certainly doesn't exclude, atheism.