Not Waving, Not Drowning, but Sinking (with increasing speed!)

[Emma Wrigley]

Okay, having got 10 minutes at my email, I am now officially 120 emails
behind on the VRead. I start a new work contract next week and am having
serious doubts about my ability time-wise (the intellectual doubts will
come later, after I've read and replied to aforementioned emails) to
successfully host chapter 12; especially as I am moving in September,
which will leave me internet-free for a couple of weeks at the very
least. The main issue may be my inability to write cohesively in
relation to what has come before. I don't want to be a party-wrecker
come the time and let everyone down with my incoherent ramblings. Is
there anyone else out there who feels that they would have the time to
host it? If not, then you shall be the proud recipients of said
ramblings. I plead your forgiveness in advance. If I can't even manage
that, please feel free to put me in stocks and hurl rotten fruit and
vegetables at me.

Right, I must go read emails while I have the chance.

Yours humbly,
Emma the Skiver

<-----Original Message-----> 
>From: rich [richard.romeo at gmail.com]
>Sent: 17/6/2010 2:52:08 PM
>To: alicewellintown at gmail.com
>Cc: pynchon-l at waste.org
>Subject: Re: V-2nd, ongoing profanity
>
>wow, capt bringdown
>or maybe the Pyncho is capt bringdown. V. is a pretty humorless, inert
>piece of wonder. easy to love when you're young, horny, a few lit clit
>classes not to mention a bit of newly discovered and welcomed femdom
>under yr belt
>i'm so very glad all those cute boys grew up
>(keep it if not bouncing at least cumming)
>
>faery blessings mistress
>
>rich
>
>On Thu, Jun 17, 2010 at 3:28 AM, alice wellintown
> wrote:
>
>> If every night is the Eve of Christ's birth, when is Christ's birth 
>celebrated?
>> If the first coming is not celebrated, will there be a second,
and/or
>> need we fear the rough beast who slouches toward Bethlehem?
>> Unlike Dante's Beatrice or F. Scott Fitzgerald's (This Side of
>> Paradise), V.'s Beatrice, like every night--even if it's Christmas
>> Eve, is like all the rest. The Christ narrative, the Devine Comedy,
>> and the Mother & Child narrative is subjected to the V.. Like the
>> Baedekers at Gatsby's Party:
>> "How do you feel, Miss Baedeker?"
>> The girl addressed was trying, unsuccessfully, to slump against my
>> shoulder. At this inquiry she sat up and opened her eyes.
>> "Wha'?"
>>
>> The Beatrice Barmaids are mass produced products of a conusmer
>> narrative; Daisy has run Myrtle down with Gatsby's automobile. The
>> Virgin spills her blood, her milk, her enormous vitality, into the
>> Valley of Ashes, the Wasteland.
>>
>> Forget Fire and Ice, Frost.
>> This is the way the world ends
>> this is the way the world ends
>> this is the way the world ends
>> not with a birth,
>> but eruction.
>>
>.
> 
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