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f618493	But out under the Moon, Chestnut Ridge and Cheat behind them, and Monongahela to cross, into an Overture of meadow to the Horizon, low-lands become to them a dream whilst under a Spell, the way it gives back the Light, the way it withholds its Shadows,-- who might not come to believe in an Eternal West? In a Momentum that bears all away? "Men are remov'd by it, and women, from where they were,-- as if surrender'd to a great current of Weste..			Thomas Pynchon
34bde5f	Decisions are never really made--at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all-round assholery.			Thomas Pynchon
18521fb	Now single up all lines!			Thomas Pynchon
6272795	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 weavers began to fiddle the Chain on the Bar, and a weaver was lucky to earn tuppence for eight hours' work. Mason in those same Weeks was preparing to leave the Golden Valley, to begin his job as Bradley's assistant, even as Soldiers were beati..			Thomas Pynchon
0b746e0	Death glided by, shadowless, among the empties on the grass.			Thomas Pynchon
fb2e587	grownups acting like the worst kind of kids, kids acting like they knew what was going on.			Thomas Pynchon
68527b2	S]uppose we considered the war itself as a ?			Thomas Pynchon
d12c15c	He didn't know whether he was planning seduction, or combat,-- these, at fourteen, being the only categories of Pleasure he recogniz'd.			Thomas Pynchon
6049533	Neither of them had ever had much interest in breaking each other's heart.			Thomas Pynchon
390922b	Where may one breathe?" demands one Continental Macaroni, in a yellow waistcoat, "-- in New-York, Taverns have rooms where Smoke is prohibited." "Tho' clearly," replies the itinerant Stove-Salesman Mr. Whitpot, drawing vigorously at his Pipe, "what's needed is a No-Idiots Area."			Thomas Pynchon
c855c60	Perhaps her mind would go on flexing psychic muscles that no longer existed; would be betrayed and mocked by a phantom self as the amputee is by a phantom limb. Someday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain color, a phrase in a letter, another lover.			Thomas Pynchon
33fa56a	Destiny awaits, a darkness latent in the texture of the summer wind. Destiny will betray you, crush your ideals, deliver you into the same detestable Burgerlichkeit as our father, sucking at his pipe on Sunday strolls after church past the row houses by the river -- dress you in the gray uniform of another family man, and without a whimper you will serve out your time, fly from pain to duty, from joy to work, from commitment to neutrality. ..			Thomas Pynchon
91cbf57	Fuck you," whispers Slothrop. It's the only spell he knows, and a pretty good all-purpose one at that."			Thomas Pynchon
8ce2596	C'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas la guerre			Thomas Pynchon
ad53d30	Through rain...then through dreaming glass, green with the evening. And herself in chair, old-fashioned, bonneted, looking west over the deck of Earth, inferno red at its edges, and further in the brown and gold clouds... Then, suddenly, night: The empty rocking chair lit staring chalk blue by--is it the moon, or some other light in the sky? just the hard chair, empty now, in the very clear night, and this cold light coming down... The imag..			Thomas Pynchon
beddf41	Neither of them had ever had much interest in breaking each other's heart. In theory they both knew she had to move on, though all he wanted right now was to wait, even just another day. But he knew that feeling, and he guessed it would pass.			Thomas Pynchon
7f2cf9a	How strange tonight, this city. As if something trembled below its surface, waiting to burst through.			Thomas Pynchon
c32686d	New York as a character in a mystery would not be the detective, would not be the murderer. It would be the enigmatic suspect who knows the real story but isn't going to tell it. --DONALD E. WESTLAKE			Thomas Pynchon
4c3a86c	The Aqyn's Song------- I have come from the edge of the world. I have come from the lungs of the wind, With a thing I have seen so awesome Even Dzambul could not sing it. With a fear in my heart so sharp It will cut the strongest of metals. In the ancient tales it is told In a time that is older than Qorqyt, Who took from the wood of Syrghaj The first qobyz, and the first song-- It is told that a land far distant Is the place of the Kirghiz..			Thomas Pynchon
17fa867	Who claims Truth, Truth abandons. History is hir'd, or coerc'd, only in Interests that must ever prove base. She is too innocent, to be left within the reach of anyone in Power,- who need but touch her, and all her Credit is in the instant vanish'd, as if it had never been. She needs rather to be tended lovingly and honorably by fabulists and counterfeiters, Ballad-Mongers and Cranks of ev'ry Radius, Masters of Disguise to provide her the C..			Thomas Pynchon
e25c193	Got a hardon in my fist, Don't be pissed, Re-enlist-- Snap--to, Slothrop! Jackson, I don't give a fuck, Just give me my "ruptured duck!" Snap--to, Slothrop! No one here can love or comprehend me, They just look for someplace else to send...me... Tap my head and mike my brain, Stick that needle in my vein, Slothrop, snap to!"		trippy military	Thomas Pynchon
8314e1b	If you see a train this evening, Far away against the sky, Lie down in your wooden blanket, Sleep, and let the train go by. Trains have called us, every midnight, From a thousand miles away, Trains that pass through empty cities, Trains that have no place to stay. No one drives the locomotive, No one tends the staring light, Trains have never needed riders, Trains belong to bitter night. Railway stations stand deserted, Rights-of-way lie cl..			Thomas Pynchon
cf5e82b	Things then did not delay in turning curious.			Thomas Pynchon
3d1ef65	Quello del saltimbanco e un mestiere in via di estinzione" era solito ammettere nei suoi momenti di frivolezza. "I migliori sono passati tutti alla politica."			Thomas Pynchon
6ab64af	C'e questo lungo collegamento a margherita di truffatori e di truffati, di fottitori e di fottuti? E se le cose stanno cosi, io chi e che fotto?			Thomas Pynchon
e1fb017	Minaloto - ne dumai! - e otvorena pokana za zloupotreba s vino.		time-passing wine	Thomas Pynchon
58e22f0	Profane si rese conto che stava per vomitare. Le esibizioni di smaccato sentimentalismo gli facevano spesso quel'effetto.			Thomas Pynchon
a595491	Ainda precisamos de uma centesima quarta pessoa para o bridge", disse, com uma risadinha arida. O bridge, die Brucke, a ponte, era o apelido dado por ele a experiencia em que colaborava com o hospital da localidade para estudar os efeitos do LSD-25, da mescalina, da psilocibina e de outras substancias semelhantes num grande numero de donas de casa das cidades-satelites de Los Angeles. A ponte para dentro. "Quando e que voce vai arranjar um ..			Thomas Pynchon
6a0ed90	gamers in the house forever			Thomas Pynchon
ab33a68	She knew instinctively: he will be fine as the fraternity boy just out of an Ivy League school who knows he will never stop being a fraternity boy as long as he lives. But who still feels he is missing something, and so hangs at the edges of the Whole Sick Crew. If he is going into management, he writes. If he is an engenieer or architect why he paints or sculpts. He will straddle the line, aware up to the point of knowing he is getting the..			Thomas Pynchon
aa06adf	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 porte Au nez des annees mortes; J'irai par les chemins. Je mendierai ma vie Sur 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 bla..			Thomas Pynchon
6d6bfc2	One mild and ordinary work-morning in Chicago, Lew happened to find himself on a public conveyance, head and eyes inclined nowhere in particular, when he entered, all too briefly, a condition he had no memory of having sought, which he later came to think of as grace. Despite the sorry history of rapid transit in this city, the corporate neglect and high likelihood of collision, injury, and death, the weekday-morning overture blared along a..			Thomas Pynchon
ba19a8f	Women could protest from now till piss flowed uphill, but the truth was, there wasn't one didn't secretly love a killer. And			Thomas Pynchon
4264e8c	He sat forlorn, feeling as if that most feared enemy of sleep had entered silently on a busy night, the one person whom you must come face to face with someday, who asks you, in the earshot of your oldest customers, to mix a cocktail whose name you have never heard.			Thomas Pynchon
b0d3567	One of their last days in unbroken country, the wind was blowing in the high Indian grass, and her father said, "There's your gold, Dahlia, the real article." As usual, she threw him a speculative look, knowing by then roughly what an alchemist was, and that none of that shifty crew ever spoke straight--their words always meant something else, sometimes even because the "something else" really was beyond words, maybe in the way departed sou..			Thomas Pynchon
21b495f	Slothrop's Progress: London the secular city instructs him: turn any corner and he can find himself inside a parable.			Thomas Pynchon
608a900	Morning developed out the window. His right canine ached. He unreeled the long hair, beaded with saliva, tooth-tartar, mouth-breather's morning fur, and stared at it. How'd it get here? Eerie, dearie.			Thomas Pynchon
697f775	One of their last days in unbroken country, the wind was blowing in the high Indian grass, and her father said, "There's your gold, Dahlia, the real article." As usual, she threw him a speculative look, knowing by then roughly what an alchemist was, and that none of that shifty crew ever spoke straight--their words always meant something else, sometimes even because the "something else" really was beyond words, maybe in the way departed sou..			Thomas Pynchon
279015d	His life had been tied to the past. He'd seen himself a point on a moving wavefront, propagating through sterile history--a known past, a projectable future. But Jessica was the breaking of the wave. Suddenly there was a beach, the unpredictable . . . new life.			Thomas Pynchon
54c4625	THE ENGLISHMAN'S VERY SHY (FOX-TROT) (Bloat): The Englishman's very shy, He's none of your Ca-sa-no-va, At bowling the ladies o-ver, A-mericans lead the pack-- (Tantivy): --You see, your Englishman tends to lack That recklessness transatlantic, That women find so romantic Though frankly I can't see why . . . (Bloat): The polygamous Yank with his girls galore Gives your Brit-ish rake or carouser fits, (Tantivy): Though he's secretly ..			Thomas Pynchon
b63b05b	He shared his place with a Dr. Tubeside, whose practice consisted largely of injecting people with "vitamin B12", a euphemism for the physician's own blend of amphetamines. Today, early as it was, Doc still had to edge his way past a line of "B12"- deficient housewives of a certain melancholy index, actors with casting calls to show up at, deeply tanned geezers looking ahead to an active day of schmoozing in the sun, stewardii just off in s..			Thomas Pynchon
fb10625	Planted rows went turning past like giant spokes one by one as they ranged the roads. The skies were interrupted by dark gray storm clouds with a flow like molten stone, swept and liquid, and light that found its way through them was lost in the dark fields but gathered shining along the pale road, so that sometimes all you could see was the road, and the horizon it ran to. Sometimes she was overwhelmed by the green life passing in such hig..			Thomas Pynchon
728aa18	Planted rows went turning past like giant spokes one by one as they ranged the roads. The skies were interrupted by dark gray storm clouds with a flow like molten stone, swept and liquid, and light that found its way through them was lost in the dark fields but gathered shining along the pale road, so that sometimes all you could see was the road, and the horizon it ran to. Sometimes she was overwhelmed by the green life passing in such hig..			Thomas Pynchon
3ea19d4	Something, something like the silvering of a mirror, remained between them. If Dally wanted to throw herself into those arms in their carefully kept sleeves, she would not be pushed away, she was at least that sure, but past that, where all that ought to matter lay, she saw only a black-velvet absence of signs.			Thomas Pynchon

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