IVIV When you wish upon a joint

[John Carvill]

> Yet another echo from GR (are you listening, János?), where we
> learn that Säure Bummer tries to call Trudi back with the same
> ritual:
>
> "...and don't think this wretched old horny dopefiend doesn't love
> her, because he does, and don't think he isn't praying, writing down
> his wishes carefully on cigarette papers, rolling up in them his
> finest sacramental kif and smoking them down to a blister on the lip,
> which is the dopefiend's version of wishing on an evening star, hoping
> she's just off on another stomp, please only a stomp, let it be over
> inside the day [u.s.w.]." (GR, 685)
>

Geez. Is there *anything* in Pynchon that isn't already there,
somewhere, in GR?!

A-and, if there is, Tore probably knows about it...