Cormac

[rich]

doesn't that quote faintly resemble Pynchon's here?

“What Machine is it,” young Cherrycoke later bade himself goodnight, “that
bears us along so relentlessly? We go rattling thro’ another Day,— another
Year,— as thro’ an empty Town without a Name, in the Midnight . . . we have
but Memories of some Pause at the Pleasure-Spas of our younger Day, the
Maidens, the Cards, the Claret,— we seek to extend our stay, but now a
silent Functionary in dark Livery indicates it is time to re-board the
Coach, and resume the Journey. Long before the Destination, moreover, shall
this Machine come abruptly to a Stop . . . gather’d dense with Fear, shall
we open the Door to confer with the Driver, to discover that there is no
Driver, . . . no Horses, . . . only the Machine, fading as we stand, and a
Prairie of desperate Immensity. . . .

On Tue, Jun 13, 2023 at 5:15 PM Mark Kohut <mark.kohut at gmail.com> wrote:

> https://twitter.com/harikunzru/status/1668707505633996800?s=20
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> Pynchon-L: https://waste.org/mailman/listinfo/pynchon-l
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