Brenda's Inside Saneside

[Erik T. Burns]

This is probably a great way to scare everyone away from _The Recognitions_
but fear thee not, it is simply part of a great drunken ramble, in no way
representative of Gaddis' prose over the other 900+ pages.

But I did hear an echo with the end of _V._ here:

_V._

He'd not come: she  came to herself - or at least to the inviolable Puritan
she'd show up as  come marriage and the Good Life, someday soon now - in a
bar's parking lot  near a canal, filled with a hundred black bicycles: her
junkyard, her own  locust season. Skeletons, carapaces, no matter: *her
inside too was her  outside *and on she went, streak-blond, far-from-frail
Brenda, along the  Rhine, up and down the soft slopes of the wine districts,
into the Tyrol and  out into Tuscany, all in a rented Morris whose fuel pump
clicked random and  loud in times of stress; as did her camera, as did her
heart.

_The Recognitions_ p.399

Above, another blue day, (upstairs) the room papered with green capped
pink-faced dogs, and the button drawer, only apparitions move to perfection,
there! Pray the Lord to keep you from lying, there, O spectral stabat mater
may I go out and play the violin outside to the town wearing its sinside
inside and not a soul in sight. Church bells inspissated the air, dropping
it in sharp fragments. He sat down in his place at table, excused by the
falling weights of the bells, and motionless when they had done. There, old
vicary, congratulate my refuge, the *saneside outside sheltering the insane
inside: to present the static sane side outside to another outside saneside,
to be esteemed for that outsane side while all the while the insanside
attacks your outsane side as though we weren't both playing the same game*,
and gone down Summer Street (singing unchristian songs) the inane sinside,
pocketing a cool million wearing the shoutside outside and doubtside inside,
the vileside inside and the violinside outside skipping dancing and
foretelling things too come all ye faithful, of thine own give we back to
thee.
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