pavement and beach(es)

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A Long Islander never gets used to the flat hard beaches you can drive cars on. The huge hotels and all that pavement pounding. Hell, we Long Island Sailors are like Huck; we never bother with shoes; a surfer's pride to not have tender feet and titrot. Of course, the building, the houses and houses and houses, up and in, the roads to the ocean, then houses and houses and, it does make one sick in the memory. Even my Montauk! Shame on them.      ---- On Sun, 23 Jan 2011 07:02:31 -0500 Kai Frederik Lorentzen <lorentzen at hotmail.de> wrote ----  Believe it or not, me got "The Moon" card two days after another as daily instruction and that's exactly how I feel ... Anyway, just read a sentence in Against the Day which seems to be connected to the Situationist intro quote in Inherent Vice that found such brilliant interpretation in Millard's article: "He had found in Pugnax a sympathetic soul, for, owing to often weeks of being cooped up in the gondola of the Inconvenience, Pugnax also dreamed of release, running in the early morning, into a brisk wind, leaving behind whatever humans had accompanied him, ALONG THE WILD BEACHES OF FLORIDA HARD AS PAVEMENT [emphasis mine.kfl], or the frozen rivers of Siberia where Samoyeds raced alongside in a spirit of friendly competition." (p. 255) So we have beach(es) & pavement another time, but this here is different. The freedom desired is not imagined in figures of binary distinction (soft vs. hard), yet in in the superimposition of both terms, which seems to indicate (cf. in the same sentence: "spirit of friendly competition") a dialectical transcendence of thinking in opposites. But maybe I'm exaggerating and it's just about that dogs can't run well on soft sand ... Kai 
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