Section the Third, pg.17-19

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Sounds pretty thrown together,  like a movie set. Like a theater.

On Mon, Mar 28, 2016 at 11:44 PM, Monte Davis <montedavis49 at gmail.com>
wrote:

>  "The old house has been subdivided by the slummakers of war... a
> stale‑smoke paper warren... The floor is filthy lino, there are no
> windows: the electric light is yellow, cheap, merciless... there must be
> cubicles like this all over the ETO: only the three dingy scuffed‑cream
> fiberboard walls and no ceiling of its own. "
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> My father was a USMC correspondent (reporter, writer, interviewer,
> photographer, editor) from mid-1941 to fall 1945, He served at a US-UK
> naval base in Londonderry, Northern Ireland in 1942-1943, with working
> trips to London that took him into many military offices. He found a lot of
> GR's street scenes strikingly accurate and evocative from an author who
> hadn't been there and then, but it was office scenes and atmosphere like
> this that he said really nailed it. Whether in a peacetime office building
> or a converted home, most large rooms (and even some wider hallways,
> lobbies, etc.) were subdivided with hastily thrown-up partitions, every
> vertical surface covered with thumbtacked or Sellotaped posters, notices,
> duty rosters, maps. Even with more temporary space added every day, newly
> assigned staff might not fit:
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> On Mon, Mar 28, 2016 at 9:55 PM, Keith Davis <kbob42 at gmail.com> wrote:
>
>>      And here we are introduced to our hero, Tyrone Slothrop, though he
>> doesn't appear in person. Teddy Bloat, sent to spy on him, for reasons yet
>> unrevealed, finds a desk, which results in a Plist (pun fully intended),
>> littered with the slothful accumulation of "bureaucratic smegma".
>> Everything from official documents pertaining to the war, to bits of
>> tobacco and erasers and odd pieces of jigsaw puzzles, broken ukelele
>> strings, all seem to be of equal importance, or lack of same, to our hero...
>>      Seems Teddy Bloat, whose ass was saved by the quick reaction of
>> Pirate Prentice in the first section, is a spy, for whom we are not yet
>> told, though it must be official, SHAEF sword hairbrushes and all. His old
>> college friend, Lt. Oliver ("Tantivy") Mucker-Maffick (a name which seems
>> to beg for multiple layers of interpretation), shares an office with
>> Slothrop at ACHTUNG (I won't preach to the choir about the beauty of this
>> acronym..), and must have mentioned Slothrop's soon to be infamous map....
>>    Multicolored stars labeled with women's names, coinciding with the
>> locations of bomb disasters Slothrop's been sent out to investigate for
>> ACHTUNG. What does it all mean?
>>    And, more importantly, to whom does it all mean anything?
>>
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