IVIV On not meeting cute. p.37-8

[Mark Kohut]

1) We know something about TRP and toilets, as metaphors, and shit as a major one in his fiction.

2) We have the two junkies meeting in a toilet sharing vomit and shit. 
But with the life force, a hardon, despite it all.

THIS must lead to discussion, argument, thoughts...

I get to go first, being host: TRP shaped this scene to make the point sorta as I framed it above: the life force, which lead to, love; love which is always strange, as Ian and Sylvia are always saying, and despite degradation and an almost hapless combined life, a love child.

Doc, pure Pynchon, feels 'his sking begin to ache with anxiety" as he looked at pictures of Amethyst, not knowing how she was at present.

Could there be a finer espression of human connectedness with innocence? With human empathy over a stranger, a young, always the future as everyone is always saying, stranger?.  

Doc is, however morally compromised, a good, good man in TRPs world. Emotions more on his sleeve, so much not a tough guy and that's a good thing in P's world here, than Marlowe, say, than any of them noir detectives, yes.  Doc is a woman, only women bleed, so to speak? Or a pussy, as Bigfoot might say.