AtD (37) p.1057 Discussion alert! Major meaning section, ?? thinks Host

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More on Arrabal: Jesus Arrabal's "Anarchist Miracle" would
be some sort of horrible fright, as far as I can tell:

          In an all-night Mexican greasy spoon off 24th, she 
          found a piece of her past, in the form of one Jesus 
          Arrabal, who was sitting in a corner under the TV           
          set, idly stirring his bowl of opaque soup with the 
          foot of a chicken. "Hey," he greeted Oedipa, "you 
          were the lady in Mazatlan." He beckoned her to sit. 

          "You remember everything," Oedipa said, "Jesus; 
          even tourists. How is your CIA?" Standing not for 
          the agency you think, but for a clandestine Mexican 
          outfit known as the Conjuration de los Insurgentes 
          Anarquis-tas, traceable back to the time of the Flores 
          Mag6n brothers and later briefly allied with Zapata. 

          "You see. In exile," waving his arm around at the place. 
          He was part-owner here with a yucateco who still 
          believed in the Revolution. Their Revolution. "And you. 
          Are you still with that gringo who spent too much money 
          on you? The oligarchist, the miracle?" "He died." 

          "Ah, pobrecito." They had met Jesus Arrabal on the beach, 
          where he had previously announced an anti-government 
          rally. Nobody had showed up. So he fell to talking to Inverarity, 
          the enemy he must, to be true to his faith, learn. Pierce, because 
          of his neutral manners when in the presence of ill-will, had nothing 
          to tell Arrabal; he played the rich, obnoxious gringo so perfectly 
          that Oedipa had seen gooseflesh come up along the anarchist's 
          forearms, due to no Pacific sea-breeze. Soon as Pierce went off 
          to sport in the surf, Arrabal asked her if he was real, or a spy, or 
          making fun of him. Oedipa didn't understand. 

          "Yon know what a miracle is. Not what Bakunin said. But another 
          world's intrusion into this one. Most of the time we coexist 
          peacefully, but when we do touch there's cataclysm. Like the 
          church we hate, anarchists also believe in another world. Where 
          revolutions break out spontaneous and leaderless, and the soul's 
          talent for consensus allows the masses to work together without 
          effort, automatic as the body itself. And yet, sena, if any of it 
          should ever really happen that perfectly, I would also have to 
          cry miracle. An anarchist miracle. Like your friend. He is too 
          exactly and without flaw the thing we fight. In Mexico the 
          privilegiado is always, to a finite percentage, redeemed one 
          of the people. Unmiraculous. But your friend, unless he's 
          joking, is as terrifying to me as a Virgin appearing to an Indian." 
          CoL49,96/97

Arrabal, the playwright, as a founder of the "Panic" movement
worked to create "Anarchist Miracles" and in Guillermo del Toro
there are Anarchist miracles as well, continuing the work 
of Arrabal and Jorodowsky. Anarchism being a major thread in 
Against the Day it pays to note Arrabal's presence in Pynchon's 
writing.