Thomas Pynchon Quote
She taught them all a song. Learned from a para on French leave from the fighting in Algeria: Demain le noir matin,Je fermerai la porteAu nez des années mortes;J’irai par les chemins.Je mendierai ma vieSur la terre et sur l’onde,Du vieux au nouveau monde . . . He had been short and built like the island of Malta itself: rock, an inscrutable heart. She’d had only one night with him. Then he was off to the Piraeus.Tomorrow, the black morning, I close the door in the face of the dead years. I will go on the road, bum my way over land and sea, from the old to the new world. . . .
Thomas Pynchon
She taught them all a song. Learned from a para on French leave from the fighting in Algeria: Demain le noir matin,Je fermerai la porteAu nez des années mortes;J’irai par les chemins.Je mendierai ma vieSur la terre et sur l’onde,Du vieux au nouveau monde . . . He had been short and built like the island of Malta itself: rock, an inscrutable heart. She’d had only one night with him. Then he was off to the Piraeus.Tomorrow, the black morning, I close the door in the face of the dead years. I will go on the road, bum my way over land and sea, from the old to the new world. . . .