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

[ish mailian]

What to make of the tramp?

On Thu, Mar 24, 2016 at 2:53 PM, Smoke Teff <smoketeff at gmail.com> wrote:
> 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.
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