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[Dave Monroe]

On Thu, Jul 30, 2009 at 10:55 PM, Daniel Cape<daniel.cape at gmail.com> wrote:

> This is a harrowing film. And a good un' from the Days of Briggs' When
> The Wind Blows, showing how nuclear proliferation was at the forefront
> of Britain cultural consciousness well into the 80s.
> How, pray, do you see this as relating to Pynchonalia?

On the one hand, we don't always worry all too much about such
niceties here, we just try to kep it interesting, is all.  On the
other ...

   "A screaming comes across the sky.  It has happened before, but
there is nthing to compre it to now.
   "It is to late. The Evacuation proceeds, but it is all theater."
(GR, Pt. I,,p. 3)

   "'I don't think that's a police siren.'  Your guts in a spasm, you
reach for the knob of the AM radio. 'I don't think ...'" (GR, Pt. IV,
p. 757)

"And it is just here, just at this dark and silent frame, that the
pointed tip of the Rocket, falling nearly a mile per second,
absolutely and forever without sound, reaches its last unmeasurable
gap above the roof of the old theatre, the last delta-t." (GR, Pt. IV,
p. 60)