BtZ42 'scumbling' again....from wiki post (mine I believe)

[Mark Kohut]

5.32 *all got scumbled together, eventually, by the knives of the seasons,
to an impasto, feet thick, of unbelievable black topsoil*

http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=scumbled "To blur the outlines of:
a writer who scumbled the line that divides history and fiction."

A-and the wonderful phrase, "knives of the seasons" embodies another
lifelong deep theme in Pynchon's work: that the 'wheeling' of time [see
later in *Gravity's Rainbow* and *Against the Day*], the cycle of nature,
is an ineluctable good thing, even as it knifes us, ravages, us. It
thickens us, impasto-like, gives us topsoil in our characters, so to speak.

Recapitulated later in "...corrode in the busy knives of weather pushing
relentlessly into all the rooms." p532
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