The First Page with Thomas C. Foster: THE CRYING OF LOT 49 by Thomas Pynchon

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That Bled Welder was all wrong about you having no personality, Alice. 

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On Nov 1, 2012, at 10:50 AM, alice wellintown <alicewellintown at gmail.com> wrote:

> Nice tie, doc.
> 
> I decided to re-read the first chapters of IJ and The
> Corrections...and...sure enough, the fit with the deans, the ping pong
> table...sure, something ingested, a brain suffering from it, or from a
> Lear's old madness, these, and the avalanche and palimpests, the
> Slothropian maps and the cluttered desks, the incongruities of
> language, the sense that things are not what they seem, that some
> infinite jest, some grave digging into, some piercing of the projected
> world woven and webbed over the circuit board and haunted by the real
> esate of the estate of affairs is at hand...yup...I like these
> hysteical prose makers.