CoL49 (6) Line, please

[Robin Landseadel]

On Jul 2, 2009, at 12:25 PM, Dave Monroe wrote:

> Uh, can someone feed me the first line or so of Ch. 6?  No hardcopy @
> hand, working with online text @ the moment, so ...
>
> Damn.  Page numbers, lack thereof. I THINK I have an old paperback
> somewhere here

http://www.innternet.de/~peter.patti/thomaspynchon-thecryingoflot49.htm

Your cursor for the text should be about an inch and a half from the  
bottom:

	6

	WHEN she got back to Echo Courts, she found Miles, Dean,
	Serge and Leonard arranged around and on the diving board
	at the end of the swimming pool with all their instruments, so
	composed and motionless that some photographer, hidden
	from Oedipa, might have been shooting them for an album
	illustration.

	"What's happening?" said Oedipa.

	"Your young man," replied Miles, "Metzger, really put it to Serge,
	our counter-tenor. The lad is crackers with grief."

	"He's right, missus," said Serge. "I even wrote a song about it,
	whose arrangement features none other than me, and it goes
	like this."

	SERGE'S SONG

	What chance has a lonely surfer boy

	For the love of a surfer chick,

	With all these Humbert Humbert cats

	Coming on so big and sick?

	For me, my baby was a. woman,

	For him she's just another nymphet;

	Why did they run around, why did she put me down,

	And get me so upset?

	Well, as long as she's gone away-yay,

	I've had to find somebody new,

	And the older generation

	Has taught me what to do

	I had a date last night with an eight-year-old,

	And she's a swinger just like me,

	So you can find us any night up on the football field,

	In back of P.S. 33 (oh, yeah),

	And it's as groovy as it can be.

	"You're trying to tell me something," said Oedipa.

	PC 120/121

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