GR translation: he could be lost inside of half a minute

[Paul Mackin]

On 6/7/2012 7:06 AM, Bekah wrote:
> Because of the hyphen and the ellipses,  I'd go with the womanly tunnels.   Without that punctuation he could simply be lost in the sensuality of the closet stuff but he goes another level.
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> However,  on a realistic level,  he's not going to get physically lost in the closet  (heh) but the sensual aspect of that closet pushes his mind to the idea of getting lost in the womanly tunnels -  so he could lose his mind in there.  Oh the metaphors in Pychon - I could get lost ...

Slothrop can't figure Katje out.  (guys used to say that to girls--I 
can't figure you out) But anyway, things seem to him prearranged and 
mystifying. Why won't she show her face? The clothes closet with the 
carbon tet smell.  That old tetravalent bond. Does it mean the contents 
are synthetic or that the woolens haven't been properly dry cleaned. 
Does it have to do with the plastic shell Katje won't be mounted by? 
Does she want HIM to be less mechanical?  Is Katje breaking out of her 
assigned role with the pillows and the laughter? Is Slothrop becoming a 
little bit irresistible to her? She to him.

Confused.

P
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> Bekah
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> On Jun 7, 2012, at 5:30 AM, David Morris wrote:
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>> Well, ask yourself what womanly tunnel men find themselves inside of all the time.  Hint: it starts with a "V."
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>> On Thursday, June 7, 2012, Mike Jing wrote:
>> P197.21-34   “Oh, you think I’m more than I am,” gliding to a couch,
>> tucking one leg under.
>> “I know. You’re only a Dutch milkmaid or something. Closet full o’
>> those starched aprons a-and wooden shoes, right?”
>> “Go and look.” Spice odors from the candle reach like nerves through the room.
>> “O.K., I will!” He opens her closet, and in moonlight reflected from
>> the mirror finds a crowded maze of satins, taffetas, lawn, and pongee,
>> dark fur collars and trimming, buttons, sashes, passementerie, soft,
>> confusing, womanly tunnel systems that must stretch back for miles—he
>> could be lost inside of half a minute . . . lace glimmers, eyelets
>> wink, a crepe scarf brushes his face . . . Aha! wait a minute, the
>> operational scent in here is carbon tet, Jackson, and this wardrobe
>> here’s mostly props. “Well. Pretty snazzy.”
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>> What does "he could be lost inside of half a minute" mean?
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