Good Morning from Manhattan Beach, 1970. Chap. 16, the IV of IV

[Mark Kohut]

> "Like spacemen in a space ship, they
> were pressed violently into the
> seat backs as Tito engaged some classified performance
> feature, and
> outside the windows city neon began to lengthen in long
> spectral
> blurs, to shift toward blue ahead while in the black
> distances framed
> by Tito's mirror each point of light grew reddish,
> receded,
> converged."
> 
John B sez:
> This is classic Pynchon - physics-related talk centring on
> the light
> spectrum and velocity and cars and, perhaps, time travel,
> but framing
> it in something from a trashy SF movie/tv show. 

It is also classic for his poetic associations: "city neon"...."spectral"
....'blue', that sad color that pervades Vineland....the 'black distances'...and those points of light in the mirror......hints of Brenschluss?.....