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

[bekah]

At 8:25 AM -0700 6/2/07, Keith wrote:
>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."



Wren comes "as far as she must to ask what he would be least willing 
to answer."   He goes on to tell her about going after Deuce and 
Sloat.    This is the exact opposite (mirror?)  of the relationship 
between Lake and Deuce where he won't tell and she won't ask.

bekah