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"Treating as sort of a joint read with gravity’s rainbow cause I can only handle so much of that in one day, excited to learn about something I have only vague ideas about, first chapter is already incredibly insightful and I am a bit out of my depth but you don’t learn how to swim without getting in. Clearly written with a lot of love." — Jul 12, 2026 11:40PM
"Treating as sort of a joint read with gravity’s rainbow cause I can only handle so much of that in one day, excited to learn about something I have only vague ideas about, first chapter is already incredibly insightful and I am a bit out of my depth but you don’t learn how to swim without getting in. Clearly written with a lot of love." — Jul 12, 2026 11:40PM
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"Page long description of Slothrop’s desk, feels so good to be reading Pynchon again I feel like I’m being drugged while reading this. Not as lost as I thought I might be tho" — Jul 12, 2026 11:37PM
"Page long description of Slothrop’s desk, feels so good to be reading Pynchon again I feel like I’m being drugged while reading this. Not as lost as I thought I might be tho" — Jul 12, 2026 11:37PM
“The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul. Not drowned entirely, though. Rather carried down alive to wondrous depths, where strange shapes of the unwarped primal world glided to and fro before his passive eyes; and the miser-merman, Wisdom, revealed his hoarded heaps; and among the joyous, heartless, ever-juvenile eternities, Pip saw the multitudinous, God-omnipresent, coral insects, that out of the firmament of waters heaved the colossal orbs. He saw God’s foot upon the treadle of the loom, and spoke it; and therefore his shipmates called him mad. So man’s insanity is heaven’s sense; and wandering from all mortal reason, man comes at last to that celestial thought, which, to reason, is absurd and frantic; and weal or woe, feels then uncompromised, indifferent as his God.”
― Moby-Dick or, The Whale
― Moby-Dick or, The Whale
“Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.”
― A Year With Swollen Appendices
― A Year With Swollen Appendices
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