CoL49 (6) Leery of What She Might Find

[Dave Monroe]

   "She didn't press the argument. Having begun to feel reluctant
about following up anything. She hadn't asked Genghis Cohen, for
example, if his Expert Committee had ever reported back on the stamps
he'd sent them. She knew that if she went back to Vesperhaven House to
talk again to old Mr Thoth about his grandfather, she would find that
he too had died. She knew she ought to write to K. da Chingado,
publisher of the unaccountable paperback Courier's Tragedy, but she
didn't, and never asked Bortz if he had, either. Worst of all, she
found herself going often to absurd lengths to avoid talking about
Randolph Driblette. Whenever the girl showed up, the one who'd been at
the wakes, Oedipa found excuses to leave the gathering. She felt she
was betraying Driblette and herself. But left it alone, anxious that
her revelation not expand beyond a certain point. Lest, possibly, it
grow larger than she and assume her to itself. When Bortz asked her
one evening if he could bring in D'Amico, who was at NYU, Oedipa told
him no, too fast, too nervous. He didn't mention it again and neither,
of course, did she.
   "She did go back to The Scope, though, one night, restless, alone,
leery of what she might find. She found Mike Fallopian ...."

[...]

   "'Has it ever occurred to you, Oedipa, that somebody's putting you
on? That this is all a hoax, maybe something Inverarity set up before
he died?'
   "It had occurred to her. But like the thought that someday she
would have to die, Oedipa had been steadfastly refusing to look at
that possibility directly, in any but the most accidental of lights.
'No,' she said, 'that's ridiculous.'
   "Fallopian watched her, nothing if not compassionate. 'You ought,'
quietly, 'really, you ought to think about it. Write down what you
can't deny. Your hard intelligence. But then write down what you've
only speculated, assumed. See what you've got. At least that.'" (Lot
49, Ch. 6, p.126)

http://www.nbu.bg/webs/amb/american/6/pynchon/lot6.htm
http://www.innternet.de/~peter.patti/thomaspynchon-thecryingoflot49.htm

Has anybody actually done this?  "Wrote down what you can't deny" at
al.  Is it at all possible to do so?  Further, how'd y'all feel when
first reading Mike Fallopian's patronizing dismissal?  How do you feel
about it still?  Me, it made me not simply disappointed, but downright
crestfallen, anxious, "reluctant" (ritually?), queasy, "viscera
hollow," even.  Still does.  "Leery," indeed ...

    "OK, Oedipa told herself, stalking around the room, her viscera
hollow, waiting on something truly terrible,
   "OK. It's unavoidable, isn't it? Every access route to the Tristero
could be traced also back to the Inverarity estate."  (Lot 49, Ch. 6,
p. 170)

Does Pynchon, or The Crying of Lot 49, at any rate, ever come down on
one side or the other of any of the book's various "either/or"
elements?  If so, how so?  If not, why not?  U.s.w., et soforthiam ...