AtdTDA: [38] p. 1067/68 "It Won't Be a Stylish Marriage. . . ."

[robinlandseadel at comcast.net]

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. . . .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGsfwhb4-bQ

Kit & Dally get married in 1915, Kit's job is working 
on developing Italian Aircraft intended for war. 

Much futurism in store for all of us:

http://carboncopy.hobix.com/archives/moma%20futurism.jpg

The two are so wrapped up in the quotidian drag as to drift—

          . . . .make introductions, allow the components to clash 
          and partially cancel and learn one another's expectations, 
          seek average values, adapt, slip in to some groove. . . .

—like an old radio into old, bad, habits. Dally's dalliance 
with Clive Crouchmas seems inevitable:

          There was that awkward business of his having once 
          tried to shop her into white slavery, but both 
          understood that it was perhaps his one moment of 
          genuine blind passion, everybody deserves at least 
          one of those, doesn't he, and at the end of the day 
          Clive was grateful for it and Dally was semi-sweetly 
          amused.

Clive Crouchmas first appears at Madame Eskimoff's séance,
apperantly functioning as the devil's go-between. [228]

          ". . . .French farce. Being probably the only person in 
          England who can stand the company of either one for 
          more than a few minutes, old C. C.'s become quite 
          useful to us as a channel between, though I must say 
          I'm rather annoyed with him at this moment. . . ."

I left another pink tab on this page:

          He kept sending letters, with different stamps and 
          postmarks this time. . . .

Followed by a purple for:

          A few blocks to the boulevard and her local cafe, L 'Hemisphere,
          where she discovered that if she only sat at a table outside, 
          before long her life, selections from her life, would repeat 
          themselves in slightly different form, featuring exactly the people 
          she "needed" to see again—as if the notorious cafe were one 
          of those. . . .

. . . .extending to 1068 and:

          . . . .favored spots that Eastern mystics talked about.

Like, uh, the Buddhists? OBA's two "lightest" books—Vineland [great 
next choice, BTW] and Against the Day are both primarily concerned 
with light and "enlightenment." Oh yeah, and Buddhism.

          Though it might be that the others "needed" to see her as well, 
          sometimes they only passed like ghosts, and looked right at her, 
          and didn't recognize her.

I've got this funny feeling that Tommy Boy knows more 
about ghosts than any of us.