V2nd chapter 9 Kalkfontein

[alice wellintown]

>
> if that isn't an imponderable...
> though no doubt you mean as evidenced in the work.


> Not only does young Mondaugen leap out like a tongue of fire from V.
> to GR, he also loops back into V. having survived WWII to sit porcine
> in a suit of European cut in the Rusty Spoon.

Not fire. Wind. The key is the wind. Now you got me reading last
year's papers like some ham radio king of the world on a steely dan.

"I haven't your resistance to the wind."

Mason to Dixon in M&D (this is very important). Again, the music and
the wind in The Magic Mountain & Invisible Man--the Wind cries Mary.

"He looked up and saw Kurt Mondaugen. The wind all night,
perhaps all year, had brought them together. This is what he
came to believe, that it was the wind." GR.161

"Mason has begun in recent days hearing in the Wind entire
orchestral Performances, of musick distinctly not
British,--Viennese, perhaps, Hungarian, even Moorish. He
finds he cannot concentrate. The Wind seems to be blowing
cross-wise to the light incoming from Sirius, producing
false images, as if, in Bradley's Metaphor for the
Aberration, the Vehicle, Wind, has broken thro' some
Barrier, and entered the nonsense regime of the Tenor,
Light, whilst remaining attached to it. As supernatural as a
Visitant from the Regime of Death to the sunny Colony of
Life,--to be metaphorical about it…"  M&D.173

"But his own musical commentary on dreams had not included
the obvious and perhaps for him the indispensable: that if
dreams are only waking sensation first stored and later
operated on, then the dreams of a voyeur can never be his
own."   V..270



"Whether we like it or not that war destroyed a kind of
privacy, perhaps the privacy of dream." (V..263)


"Franz loved films but this was how he watched them, nodding
in and out of sleep." (GR.159)

"He kept dozing off and being brought awake by brief
chuckling sounds from the loudspeaker. They sounded to
Mondaugen, half in dream, like that other chilling laugh,
and made him reluctant to go back to sleep. But he continued
to fitfully." (V..267)

"then the thing in the sky was right for it-all these coming
down, filtering through to populate his dreams, so that in
the morning he'd never know which had been real, which he'd
hallucinated." (S.L. TSI.149)

Mason talks an unknown Indian language in his sleep and the
Indians claim "we dreamed of you but you never dreamed of
us."

Oedipa might just be hallucinating, and the old man tells
her stories of Indian Raids-Grover's an expert on Indian
Raids, King Philip-mixed with Porky Pig cartoons and
Politics. What are we to make of a character that ties a
balloon with a giant Z painted on it and rigs up a device to
maintain a Dream/Awake State?

"Dreams are like a magic cloak
Woven by the fairy folk,
Covering from top to toe,
Keeping you from Winds and woe.  (V..269)

"Sueno de no morir es el que infundes
a los que beben de tu dulce calma,
sueno de no morir ese que dicen
culto a la muerte.                      Miguel de Unamuno,
Salamanca

"And should the Angel come this night
To fetch your soul away from light,
Cross yourself, and face the wall:
Dreams will help you not at all.        (V..269)

"and dreams that could never again be entirely safe."  (S.L.
TSI.193)

"if no one has seen me then am I really here at all; and as
a sort of savory, if I am not here then where are all these
dreams coming from, if dreams are what they are."
(Mondaugen, V..274)

"'haunted by a profound disgust for everything European,
Mondaugen went out alone into the bush" (GR.403)

"Is it any use for me to tell you that all you believe real
is illusion?"  (GR.165)

"Que es la vida? Un frenesi.
Que es la vida? Una ilusion.
Ina sombra, una ficcion,
Y el mayor bien es pequeno;
Que toda la vida es sueno,
Y los suenos, sueno son.        Calderon de la Barca


Roe, Roe, Row your boat gently
gently down to dream
terri blee terri blee terri blee
noffin but a scream