"You Can't Run a War on Gusts of Emotion."

[gary webb]

Fascinating, as Mr. Spock sez, ...

"He will actually skip to and fro, with his knees high and twirling a
walking stick with W.C. Fields' head, nose, top hat, and all, for its knob,
and surely capable of magic, while the band plays a second chorus.
Accompanying will be a phantasmagoria, a real on, rushing toward the
screen, in over the heads of the audiences, on little tracks of an elegant
Victorian cross section resembling the profile of a chess knight conceived
fancifully but not vulgarly so-... (pg.12)"

I actually love this section, strange personal side note. The W.C. Fields
imagery, and references which will occur again, as well as, perhaps more
profoundly, is the chess knight. Blogett Waxwing and Gerdhardt Von Goll,
aslo know as Der Springer, is another reoccuring symbol...

Perhaps, Pynchon is telling where Prentice aligns on the spectrum, if such
a spectrum even exists...

An interesting side note...

does anyone out there have any enlightening commentary on "...*your sound
will be the sizzling night...eh?" *

Not that the plot of the novel hinges on this phrase or anything, but it
has always kind-of dumbfounded me... sort-of an subconscious commentar ...?
Don't know...

I leave it to the jury...
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