GR translation: "that wiener" and "the Wheel"

[alice wellintown]

It seems to be the same wiener. Pork or Pig sausage, I guess,  or
maybe it's Roosevelt Sausage (Spam), though I don't know if Spam,
given the name Roosevelt sausage by the Russians, was wienered or
tube-steaked. In any event, that weiner is a phalic allusion, poor
Slothrop is getting fucked with a big sausage here. Or is he only
dreaming? High? Halucinating? Mixing movies, memories with desire,
latent homo-erotic anxiety?

I wonder what was in the Life Magazine that the narrator references
here, what is P's specific source (Life Mag. issue?) for this
digression on Slothrop in Life.

The Wheel? Well, just as connecting the dots from the wiener to the
wiener works out, you'll need to read on to discover where Slothrop
shopws up next. Is he on a Wheel or a Reel or in some Un-Real City
under a Winter's Yellow fog?

As a comic Quester, a kind of Picaro here, Slothrop is obviously our
adventure man, but he is fading, flickering now as he comes unstuck,
and returns to the center, at the cross centre, the heart of the
Wheel, the center of Fortune, he is with Nature, in her Sweet Spot.

HAMLET
224   My excellent good friends! How dost thou,
225   Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads,
226   how do ye both?

      ROSENCRANTZ
227   As the indifferent children of the earth.

      GUILDENSTERN
228   Happy, in that we are not over-happy, on
229   Fortune's cap we are not the very button.

      HAMLET
230   Nor the soles of her shoe?

      ROSENCRANTZ
231   Neither, my lord.

      HAMLET
232   Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of
233   her favors?

      GUILDENSTERN
234   'Faith, her privates we.

      HAMLET
235   In the secret parts of Fortune? O, most true; she
236   is a strumpet.