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

[Gary Webb]

To overplay my hand here, Ish your analysis reminds me of Graham Greene's review of Wee Willie Winkie (1937)...

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> On Mar 24, 2016, at 6:49 PM, ish mailian <ishmailian at gmail.com> wrote:
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> One things for sure, it's not Aqualung's
> 
>> On Thu, Mar 24, 2016 at 6:47 PM, ish mailian <ishmailian at gmail.com> wrote:
>> I mention the tramp because he is the one who utters the phrase that
>> has been identified here as so puzzling after decades of reading and
>> re-reading it. Not saying it is easy to solve or even possible but I
>> am suggesting that a closer examination of the passage might prove
>> fruitful. So what to make of the first encounter Pirate has with a
>> person whose fantasy he has, and what to make of the person, the
>> derelict, the tramp?
>> 
>> Why does he cause Pirate to threaten him with the police?
>> What is it this buttonless tramp does exactly?
>> Lusts after girl's bottoms?
>> Is that it?
>> Not much of a crime.
>> Is Pirate afraid to admit, to succumb to his own lust for little girls?
>> Does he share the derelict's fantasy, not because of his gift, the one
>> the Firm is so keen to harness, or does he just lust after nymphets?
>> Does the tramp call him out on it?
>> A hot night for Pirate, the sizzling panties?
>> Maybe it turn out to be someone else's fantasy. Maybe it's the Readers.
>> 
>> 
>>> On Thu, Mar 24, 2016 at 5:05 PM, ish mailian <ishmailian at gmail.com> wrote:
>>> 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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