GR 191 - 208

[Bled Welder]

191 -208
Dr. Porkyevitch stands on deck.  Below, Octopus Grigori, having stuffed himself with crab meat, Is there any hope for further support from Pointsman, now that Porkyevitch and His Fabulous Octopus have done their part?, the Troskyite Bloc might have known of him, by reputation, used him in ways forever secret....forever secret: there are forms of innocence, he knows, that cannot conceive of what that means, much less accept it as he has.  For it might, after all, be only another episode in some huge pathological dream of Stalin's, obscure the white Casino on shore, the Casino back in France's power grid.
dinner with Tantivy and the dancers, Slothrop, Katje Borgesius, "No this is very embarrassing, you've got to take it off", Katje's knee seems to be rubbing Slothrop's, velvet-warm, under the table, "Meet me in my room", "either I'm coming down with a little psychosis here, or something funny is going on here, right?", "is it the size that bothers you?  Don't Americans like--", "...'Don't kill it!' He had a crab with him", "there's always, you know, an element of Slothropian paranoia to contend with...", "Well, he's receiving messages in code."
"I was keen on your Katje. And Bloat became very cold, and said, 'I'd stay clear of that one if I were you.'...""Being tolerated for as long as you can use me...", ..."I came to sense a peculiar structure that no one admitted to--", "Harvard's there for other reasons. The 'educating' part of it is just sort of a front."
Katje's skin, Born again...., She has sunk to the deep bed, pulling him along, into a single vibration on which the night is tuning...., What other interesting props have They thought to plant, and what other American reflexes are They after?, He can't find an edge anyplace and feels a little panicky, "My clothes!" running back out past Katje, The Great Purple Kite races, They knew Slothrop would choose up, not down--they were counting on that damned American reflex all right, and they sawed the trunk nearly through, down topples Slothrop, sez Bloat, "and he's wearing a purple sheet."
first at Slothrop's room, He finds it newly cleaned, perfectly empty, ready for new guests, including his Hawaiian shirt, everything, taken, Live wi' the way it feels mate, you'll be in it for a while...., "Damned O.C.T.U. must be full of Nazis.", "This is incredible!", "It's Nazi!", There is another enterprise here, more real than that, less merciful, and systematically hidden from the likes of Slothrop, What hangs from these hooks?, it will come to him that everything in this room is really being used for something different.  Meaning things to Them it has never meant to us, Why here? Why should the rainbow edges of what is almost on him be rippling most intense here in this amply coded room?, "Fuck you,"
Slothrop sits on a low wall, swinging, watching the front, slate, muddy purple, He gets back to the Casino, Slothrop has been playing against the invisible House, perhaps after all for his soul, all day--, How did this all turn against him so fast?, every last bit of paper and clothing connecting him to what he's been, have jst, fucking, vanished, Who's waiting behind the door and what machinery have They brought with Them?, "Tyrone, I missed you."










 		 	   		  
-------------- next part --------------
An HTML attachment was scrubbed...
URL: <http://waste.org/pipermail/pynchon-l/attachments/20120310/8bab5686/attachment.html>