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Pointsman is the only one here maintaining his calm. He appears unruffled and strong. His lab coats have even begun lately to take on a Savile Row serenity, suppressed waist, flaring vents, finer material, rather rakishly notched lapels. In this parched and fallow time, he gushes affluence. After the baying has quieted down at last, he speaks, soothing: There’s no danger.No danger? screams Aaron Throwster, and the lot of them are off again muttering and growling.Slothrop’s knocked out Dodson-Truck and the girl in one day!The whole thing’s falling apart, Pointsman!Since Sir Stephen came back, Fitzmaurice House has dropped out of our scheme, and there’ve been embarrassing inquires down from Duncan Sandys—That’s the P.M.’s son-in-law, Pointsman, not good, not good!We’ve already begun to run into a deficit—Funding, IF you can keep your head, is available, and will be coming in before long… certainly before we run into any serious trouble. Sir Stephen, far from being ‘knocked out,’ is quite happily at work at Fitzmaurice House, and is At Home there should any of you wish to confirm. Miss Borgesius is still active in the program, and Mr. Duncan Sandys is having all his questions answered. But best of all, we are budgeted well into fiscal ’46 before anything like a deficit begins to rear its head.Your Interested Parties again? sez Rollo Groast.Ah, I noticed Clive Mossmoon from Imperial Chemicals closeted with you day before yesterday, Edwin Treacle mentions now. Clive Mossmoon and I took an organic chemistry course or two together back at Manchester. Is ICI one of our, ah, sponsors, Pointsman?No, smoothly, Mossmoon, actually, is working out of Malet Street these days. I’m afraid we were up to nothing more sinister than a bit of routine coordination over the Schwarzkommando business.The hell you were. I happen to know Clive’s at ICI, managing some sort of polymer research.They stare at each other. One is lying, or bluffing, or both are, or all of the above. But whatever it is Pointsman has a slight advantage. By facing squarely the extinction of his program, he has gained a great of bit of Wisdom: that if there is a life force operating in Nature, still there is nothing so analogous in a bureaucracy. Nothing so mystical. It all comes down, as it must, to the desires of men. Oh, and women too of course, bless their empty little heads. But survival depends on having strong enough desires—on knowing the System better than the other chap, and how to use it. It’s work, that’s all it is, and there’s no room for any extrahuman anxieties—they only weaken, effeminize the will: a man either indulges them, or fights to win, und so weiter. I do wish ICI would finance part of this, Pointsman smiles.Lame, lame, mutters the younger Dr. Groast.What’s it matter? cries Aaron Throwster. If the old man gets moody at the wrong time this whole show can prang.Brigadier Pudding will not go back on any of his commitments, Pointsman very steady, calm, we have made arrangements with him. The details aren’t important.They never are, in these meetings of his.
Pointsman is the only one here maintaining his calm. He appears unruffled and strong. His lab coats have even begun lately to take on a Savile Row serenity, suppressed waist, flaring vents, finer material, rather rakishly notched lapels. In this parched and fallow time, he gushes affluence. After the baying has quieted down at last, he speaks, soothing: There’s no danger.No danger? screams Aaron Throwster, and the lot of them are off again muttering and growling.Slothrop’s knocked out Dodson-Truck and the girl in one day!The whole thing’s falling apart, Pointsman!Since Sir Stephen came back, Fitzmaurice House has dropped out of our scheme, and there’ve been embarrassing inquires down from Duncan Sandys—That’s the P.M.’s son-in-law, Pointsman, not good, not good!We’ve already begun to run into a deficit—Funding, IF you can keep your head, is available, and will be coming in before long… certainly before we run into any serious trouble. Sir Stephen, far from being ‘knocked out,’ is quite happily at work at Fitzmaurice House, and is At Home there should any of you wish to confirm. Miss Borgesius is still active in the program, and Mr. Duncan Sandys is having all his questions answered. But best of all, we are budgeted well into fiscal ’46 before anything like a deficit begins to rear its head.Your Interested Parties again? sez Rollo Groast.Ah, I noticed Clive Mossmoon from Imperial Chemicals closeted with you day before yesterday, Edwin Treacle mentions now. Clive Mossmoon and I took an organic chemistry course or two together back at Manchester. Is ICI one of our, ah, sponsors, Pointsman?No, smoothly, Mossmoon, actually, is working out of Malet Street these days. I’m afraid we were up to nothing more sinister than a bit of routine coordination over the Schwarzkommando business.The hell you were. I happen to know Clive’s at ICI, managing some sort of polymer research.They stare at each other. One is lying, or bluffing, or both are, or all of the above. But whatever it is Pointsman has a slight advantage. By facing squarely the extinction of his program, he has gained a great of bit of Wisdom: that if there is a life force operating in Nature, still there is nothing so analogous in a bureaucracy. Nothing so mystical. It all comes down, as it must, to the desires of men. Oh, and women too of course, bless their empty little heads. But survival depends on having strong enough desires—on knowing the System better than the other chap, and how to use it. It’s work, that’s all it is, and there’s no room for any extrahuman anxieties—they only weaken, effeminize the will: a man either indulges them, or fights to win, und so weiter. I do wish ICI would finance part of this, Pointsman smiles.Lame, lame, mutters the younger Dr. Groast.What’s it matter? cries Aaron Throwster. If the old man gets moody at the wrong time this whole show can prang.Brigadier Pudding will not go back on any of his commitments, Pointsman very steady, calm, we have made arrangements with him. The details aren’t important.They never are, in these meetings of his.
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About Thomas Pynchon
Hailing from Long Island, Pynchon served two years in the United States Navy and earned an English degree from Cornell University. After publishing several short stories in the late 1950s and early 1960s, he began composing the novels for which he is best known: V. (1963), The Crying of Lot 49 (1966), and Gravity's Rainbow (1973). Rumors of a historical novel about Charles Mason and Jeremiah Dixon had circulated as early as the 1980s; the novel, Mason & Dixon, was published in 1997 to critical acclaim. His 2009 novel Inherent Vice was adapted into a feature film by Paul Thomas Anderson in 2014. Pynchon is notoriously reclusive from the media; few photographs of him have been published, and rumors about his location and identity have circulated since the 1960s. Pynchon's most recent novel, Shadow Ticket, is expected to be published in 2025.