ATDTDA mystery paragraph in Raddatz review was from pg 53

[Michael Bailey]

my mistake was not looking up "Ausfluegler" - I thought it meant
refugees (which made me look at the anarchist meeting,
but it's really "tourists"

Pynchons Hohn: »Lew(…)begriff einigermaßen perplex, dass es sich um
eine Gruppe von Ausflüglern handelte, die zu einer Besichtigung der
Schlachtsäle und Wurstherstellungsräume hier war, zu einer lehrreichen
Stunde des Halsaufschlitzens, Enthauptens, Abhäutens, Ausweidens und
Zerlegens – ›Nun schau dir bloß mal die armen Viecher an, Mutter!‹ –,
bei der sie dem Vieh bei seinem traurigen Gang zusahen, von der
Ankunft in den Eisenbahnwaggons bis hinein in die Gerüche nach Scheiße
und Chemikalien, nach altem Fett und krankem, sterbendem und totem
Gewebe und in einen anschwellenden Hintergrundchor von Tierangst und
Gebrüll in Menschensprachen, die nur wenige von ihnen schon einmal
gehört hatten, ehe die Förderkette die Rümpfe endlich in feierlicher
Parade in die Kühlräume brachte. Am Ausgang würden die Besucher einen
Souvenirladen vorfinden, wo sie stereoskopische Bilder,
Ansichtspostkarten und Dosen mit Souvenir-Frühstücksfleisch in
›erstklassiger Gourmetqualität‹ kaufen konnten, die bekanntermaßen
auch Finger und andere Körperteile von unvorsichtigen Arbeitern
enthielten.«

Pynchon's derision: "Lew grasped somewhat perplexedly, that he
was dealing with a group of tourists, that were here at a meeting
of slaughterhouses and sausage factories, for an instructive hour of
neck-slicing, skinning, decapitating, skinning, eviscerating,
dismembering - "now just look at the poor crittters, Ma!" -
by which they watched the poor cattle's progress, from the
arrival in the train cars to enter in the smell of shit and chemicals,
after old grease and sick, dying and dead tissue, and in a swelling
background choir of animal fear and roaring of men's speech,
which only a few of them had ever heard before, before the conveyor
belt brought their carcasses in festive parade into the cold storage rooms.
At the exit the visitors stumbled across a souvenir shop, where they
could buy 3-d pictures, postcards and cans with souvenir breakfast meat
in "first-class gourmet quality", which were known to also contain
fingers and other body parts from incautious workers."

Or, actually, "Lew...understood, with some perplexity,
that it was an excursio group, in town for a tour among the
killing floors and sausage rooms, an instructive hour of
throat-slashing, decapitations, skinning, gutting, and
dismemberment - "Say, Mother, come have a look at
*these* poor bastards!" following the stock in their sombre
passage from arrival in rail cars, into the smells of shit and chemicals,
old fat and tissue diseased, dying and dead, and a rising
background choir of animal terror and shouting in human
languages few of them had heard before, till the moving chain
brought in stately parade the hook-hung carcasses at last to the chilling-rooms.
At the exit the visitors would find a souvenir-shop, where they
could purchase stereopticon slides, picture-postcards, and
cans of "Tou-Gourmet Grade" souvenir luncheon meat, known
to include fingers and other body parts from incautious workmen."