Re. Vineland, page 3

[David Morris]

I don't think it's odd other than in the sense that poetry often
juxtaposes words in odd ways for sound, imagery, etc.  I think Pynchon
puposely turns phrases that make one stumble, stop and re-read.

On Tue, Dec 2, 2008 at 7:35 AM, Carvill John <johncarvill at hotmail.com> wrote:
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> "Later than usual one summer morning in 1984, Zoyd Wheeler drifted awake in sunlight through a creeping fig that hung in the window, with a squadron of blue jays stomping around on the roof."
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