ATDDTA(10) A Storm Cloud Becomes The Sky [279:14-31]

[Keith]

These kinds of passages are what keep me coming back to Pynchon.  
Stunning:

[279:14-31] "Long habits of holding back information, especially from  
young women one was currently sparking, usually kicked in about this  
point. Once, out in the Uncompahgre Plateau, Frank, riding back from  
Gunnison or someplace, spotted a single storm cloud, dark and  
compact, miles away, and knew despite the prevailing sunlight and  
immensity of sky that no matter how he changed his direction now, he  
was going to cross paths with that cloud, and sure enough, less than  
an hour later it all grew dark as midnight, and there he was getting  
soaked and frozen and being momentarily deafened by lightning bolts  
that hit blasting all around, leaning on his horse's neck to reassure  
him that everything was just peachy, though being a range horse the  
critter had seen far worse and was presently trying to reassure  
Frank. Tonight in the Albany, Frank could see that Wren had arrived  
exactly here after unnumbered miles and Stations of the Cross---in  
the light off the great mirror her face was a queerly unshadowed  
celestial blue, that of a searcher, it seemed to Frank, who had come  
as far as she must to ask what he would be least willing to answer.  
He understood that there were such presences abroad in the world, and  
that although one may live an entire life without intersecting one,  
if it should happen, it became a solemn obligation to speak when  
spoken to."