Some days it seems like every lowlife in town has Tail ’Em and Nail ’Em on their grease-stained Rolodex. A number of phone messages have piled up on the answering machine, breathers, telemarketers, ev...
So the city became the material expression of a particular loss of innocence – not sexual or political innocence but somehow a shared dream of what a city might at its best prove to be – its inhabitan...
Slothrop hears a girl singing. Accompanying herself on a balalaika. One of those sad little Parisian-sounding tunes in 3/4: Love never goes away, Never completely dies, Always some souvenir Takes us...
San Narciso lay further south, near L.A. Like many named places in California it was less an identifiable city than a grouping of concepts—census tracts, special purpose bond-issue districts, shopping...
Same old Satanic pact, only more of it.
Quello del saltimbanco è un mestiere in via di estinzione era solito ammettere nei suoi momenti di frivolezza. I migliori sono passati tutti alla politica.
Philosophick Work, to proceed at all smartly, wouldn't you agree, requires a controll'd working-space.
People read what news they wanted to and each accordingly built his own rathouse of history's rags and straws.
PAVLOVIA (BEGUINE) It was spring in Pavlovia-a-a, I was lost, in a maze . . . Lysol breezes perfumed the air, I’d been searching for days. I found you, in a cul-de-sac, As bewildered as I— We touche...
Out of the blackness of the ward, a half-open file drawer of pain each bed a folder, come cries, struck cries, as from cold metal.
Once the solar parallax is known,' they told me, 'once the necessary Degrees are measur'd, and the size and weight and shape of the Earth are calculated inescapably at last, all this will vanish. We w...
Oh, THE WORLD OVER THERE, it'sSo hard to explain!Just-like, a dream's-got, lost in yer brain!
Never know when a gal might need a laser.
Mason recalls well enough that autumn of ’56, when the celebrated future Martyr of Quebec, with six companies of Infantry, occupied that unhappy Town after wages were all cut in half, and the master w...
Mason glowers, shaking his head. I've ascended, descended, even condescended, and the List's not ended,— but haven't yet trans-cended a blessed thing, thankee.
Leunagasolin, such as, oh, the Moss Creature here, brightest
It appears that some part of Slothrop ran into the AWOL Džabajev one night in the heart of downtown Niederschaumdorf. (Some believe that fragments of Slothrop have grown into consistent personae of th...
It all comes down, as it must, to the desires of individual men. Oh, and women too of course, bless their empty little heads.
How’s that, Motella. Ooh, like wondering how it must be, getting into bed with somebody, who has another person’s name? tattooed on his body? No problem unless all you do in bed is read, muttered Lour...
He is a messenger from Slothrop’s innocent, pre-octopus past.