VL-IV just some goodies

[Michael Bailey]

just some goodies...not gonna rant (how can you not like Sasha eg)

p 250 "all eight or ten lanes full of exhaust plumes drooping like
tails of some listless herd" (freeway traffic in the rain)

p 342 (Reagan) "with the practiced shy head-toss of an eternal colt"

345 (Hector) "screaming through his lower teeth like a lounge comic
doing Kirk Douglas"
345 (Frenesi) "without...having remembered to bring anything tonight
more threatening than a purse-size can of hair spray" (but remember
the havoc wreaked by the spray can in Lot 49?)

350 (the photo of Prairie) "face up on the table, she and Desmond,
both ... at high risk for hostile magic against the image, the two
most likely means in here being fire and ice"  (table in a barroom,
well yeah)

354 Midol America (= middle America)

358 (Zoyd's house) "...had kept adding on over the years - a room for
Prairie, a kitchen, a bathroom, a tree house built among four redwoods
that grew down the hill, set level with the loft in the house and
connected to it by a rope bridge....- it was like a living thing he
loved..."

374 (Zoyd's) "quaquaversal beard"
adjective
(of a geological formation) sloping downward from the center in all directions.
Origin:
1720-30; < L quāquā vers ( us ) lit., wheresoever turned, turned
everywhere  + -al 1


and the long sentence, a nice landmark on 383:
"That was the story, and nearly all she'd cared to send them back out
with at the end of that visit - the year the no-sex clause didn't get
rolled over, the first year, as black conifers rose behind them into
the cloud cover and gone, that it *didn't* feel like a descent - not
really a blessing, though you could tell that the Head Ninjette was
interested at least in a scientific way in whether the Baby Eros, that
tricky little pud-puller, would give or take away an edge regarding
the unrelenting forces that leaned ever after the partners into Time's
wind, impassive in pursuit, usually gaining, the faceless predators
who'd once boarded Takeshi's airplane in the sky, the ones who'd had
the Chipco lab stomped on, who despite every Karmic Adjustment
resource brought to bear so far had simply persistend,
stone-humorless, beyond cause and effect, rejectting all attempts to
bargain or accommodate, following through pools of night where nothing
else moved wrongs forgotten by all but the direlly possessed,
continuing as a body to refuse to be bought off for any but the full
price, which they had never named."
got that? yea, me too...

-- 
 - "yep, he'd murmur, still making stupid mistakes and how about
yerself?" - Zoyd, p 24