Thomas Pynchon Quote
Nothing voiced—all hisses, a serpent, vengeful, relentless, they raved. Others attested to languages long dead to the world, though of course known to their reporters. The man-shaped light shall not deliver you, it allegedly declared, and, Flames were always your destiny, my children. Its children— Is it worth anyone’s while now to journey out those starfish corridors where they suffer, each behind his door of oak and iron, the penance they bear as a condition of that awful witness? My
Thomas Pynchon
Nothing voiced—all hisses, a serpent, vengeful, relentless, they raved. Others attested to languages long dead to the world, though of course known to their reporters. The man-shaped light shall not deliver you, it allegedly declared, and, Flames were always your destiny, my children. Its children— Is it worth anyone’s while now to journey out those starfish corridors where they suffer, each behind his door of oak and iron, the penance they bear as a condition of that awful witness? My