VLVL "the famous worms of song" (238)

[Terrance]

> Cute. But I still maintain that the foreshadowing, for which Frenesi's
> mind- arching back across the years- and shamelessly usurped by
> Pynchon, is for the benefit of the reader, and what is foreshadowed
> is not Weed's obvious death, but, Frenesi's perseverance, and possibly,
> the coming death of a corrupt system of justice.

Her impulse was to deny [Brock Vond's] simple formula, to imagine that
with a gun in the house, the 24-frame-per-second truth she still
believed in would find some new, more intense level of truth, is what
she was telling herself.  Light this little 'sucker here about eight to
one, soften the specular highlights, start in on a tight close-up . . .
draw back, incorporating the lovely, deadly thing in the master shot of
tonight's gathering, transfiguring the frame, returning at last to the
invisible presences and unavoidable terms of which all she had up till
now lit and made visible had been only the ghosts. . . . 241-242


What she would then have  to bear with all her life, what she would only
succeed in denying or disguising for brief insomniac minutes here and
there, was not only the look on his face--Ditzah took the close-ups
while Howie kept further back, framing the three of them--but the way
that what he was slowly understanding spread to his body, a long,
stunned cringe, a loss of spirit that could almost be seen on film, even
after all the years between them and the screen in Ditzah's house in the
Valley . . . some silvery effluent, vacating image, the real moment of
his passing.  245-246

She gambled. Weed lost his life. I guess one can say she didn't hang the
snitch coat on him, didn't set him up, didn't deliver the gun, isn't
responsible, but what gave her the right to gamble with Weed's Life. He
deserved to be outed? They were all tangled up, no one was pure. Why did
she set her camera against the gun? Because she believed in the light,
the truth of her idea, her collective, the partnerships she has already
betrayed? 


The system of justice doesn't even need the smoking gun or her photos,
all they need is is for her to take a chance with a man's life and lose
it. 

Weed doesn't deserve to be outed. If Frenesi believed in her ideas, that
her world isn't make believe,  she wouldn't need to bet them against
Brock's. She played and Weed lost.