GR translation: Wear-the-Pantsers

[Mike Jing]

V676.34-677.6   This is less a fighting team than nest full of snits,
blues, crotchets and grudges, not a rare or fabled bird in the lot. Its
survival seems, after all, only a mutter of blind fortune groping through
the heavy marbling of skies one Titanic-Night at a time. Which is why
Slothrop now observes his coalition with hopes for success and hopes for
disaster about equally high (and no, that doesn’t cancel out to apathy—it
makes a loud dissonance that dovetails inside you sharp as knives). It does
annoy him that he can be so divided, so perfectly unable to come down on
one side or another. Those whom the old Puritan sermons denounced as “the
glozing neuters of the world” have no easy road to haul down,
Wear-the-Pantsers, just cause you can’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not there!
Energy inside is just as real, just as binding and inescapable, as energy
that shows. When’s the last time you felt intensely lukewarm? eh?

I assume "Wear-the-Pantsers" are the opposites of the "glozing neuters", is
that correct?
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