GR translation: miles-down-the-sky shelves and food-mountains

[Mark Kohut]

The Strand Bookstore in NYC has eight (8) miles of shelves.

Pete Atkin sings "Be Careful When They Offer You The Moon"
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And a quarter-million miles down the sky. They'll watch you shining more
but weighing less. So be careful when they offer you the moon. It's only
dream stuff. It's a Tin Pan Alley prop held up by bluff. And nobody
breathes easy on the moon. Nobody breathes easy on the moon. Count to ten
when they offer you the moon ...

On Fri, Dec 15, 2017 at 5:25 AM, Mike Jing <gravitys.rainbow.cn at gmail.com>
wrote:

> V677.32-678.4, P690.39-691.9   . . . but look how lost, how unarrested his
> face is, was, that 11⁄2 seconds in the glow from the folksy old icebox
> humming along in Kelvinator-Bostonian dia-lect, “Why cummawn in, T’rone,
> it’s nice and friendly heeah in my stummick, gawt lawtsa nice things, like
> Mawxies, ‘n’ big Baby Rooths . . . .” Walking now in among
> miles-down-the-sky shelves and food-mountains or food-cities of Iceboxland
> (but look out, it can get pretty Fascist in here, behind the candy-colored
> sweet stuff is thermodynamic elitism at its clearest—bulbs can be replaced
> with candles and the radios fall silent, but the Grid’s big function in
> this System is icebox-ery: freezing back the tumultuous cycles of the day
> to preserve this odorless small world, this cube of changelessness)
>
> What does "miles-down-the-sky" mean?
>
>
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