M&D the Isle of St. Helena

[Alex Colter]

As I am once more bereft of corporeal company this Friday evening, I turn
to friend Pynchon and come upon the strange and wonderful Exile to the
Purgatorial St. Helena.
Starting at Chapter 13 (which symbolizes much in Hebrew Gematria) as,
Dixon's boat departed, Mason looks ashore to find Maskelyne already there,
we receive the lines:

"The Stars wheel into the blackness of the broken steep Hills guarding the
Mouth of the Valley. Fog begins to stir against the Day, swelling near.
Among the whiten'd Rock Walls of the Houses seethes a great Whisper of
living Voice.
'Shall we enter again the Atlantick Whore-House, find Breakfast, and get to
work?'"
p125

One of the persistent themes in this book, among others, is American
Religious Experience. I get the feeling he had long talks with Prof Bloom,
whom I see as something of a Neville Maskelyne.
I suppose I could, and shall go on as the Night lengthens, but I was mostly
curious about what the W.A.S.T.E.-list thought about the strange and
wonderful Exile to St. Helena...
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