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

[Smoke Teff]

Lot of nights in *BtZ *that could be described as sizzling. Fires in night
skies. Slothrop's Hotel Fire (29).

pp. 41-42: "They have drawn near a glow over the rooftops[...] Heat beats
at their faces, eye-searing yellow when the streams shoot into the fire. A
ladder hooked to the edge of the roof sways in the violent drafts. Up top,
against the sky, figures in slickers brace, wave arms, move together to
pass orders[...] Once Roger and Jessica might have stopped. But they're
both alumni of the Battle of Britain, both have been drafted into the early
black mornings and the crying for mercy, the dumb inertia of cobbles and
beams, the profound shortage of mercy in those days...."

The sensitive flame at Snoxall's, which is on my mind when I hear about
Gusts of Emotion.

On Thu, Mar 24, 2016 at 9:41 AM, ish mailian <ishmailian at gmail.com> wrote:

> Could be referencing burning flesh, I guess, but since sizzling night
> is what the tramp says, not sizzling meat or flesh, metaphorically he
> seems to be describing a sound, a sound that is Yours drear reader and
> Pirate's and whomever the pederastic fantasy actually belongs to,
> and given the naughty sexual context, and mention of the Genital Brain
> above it, I read it as a very very hot night with sizzling orgasmic
> sound. Unless of course the film is silent and it's all theatre.
>
> There are any number of characters who might dream of little girls
> bent over a fountain.
>
> Aqualung isn't one of them.
> -
> Pynchon-l / http://www.waste.org/mail/?list=pynchon-l
>
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