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Don Quixote has me bored out of my skull; this has a dog reading a book while riding on an airship within the first five pages

About to completely derail and irreversibly fuck up my reading challenge

The first chapter of this reads in a completely different way upon having finished the book once and also while watching a pallet that I am at the helm of tip over inside the truck

Rereading this except I’m listening to the audiobook I pirated exclusively while I’m at work for I am a fat chud

“Upon the doorstep, horses waiting him in the Street, Mason grasps Dixon's Hand. ‘If they don't kill and eat me up there, shall we do this again?’

‘We must count upon becoming old Geezers together,’ Dixon proposes. They are looking directly at one another for the first time since either can remember.”

Sitting in the board room tearing up while I ignore my manager trying to call me on the work phone

“‘Five degrees. Twenty minutes out of a day's Turn. Time enough for all sorts of activities,- eat the wrong Fish, fall in love, sign an order that will alter History, take a Nap...? A globe-ful of people, and not one is ignorant of the worth of twenty minutes, each minute a Pearl, let slip, one after the next, into
Oblivion's Gulfs.’”

How it feels taking an extra 5 minutes on my paid break to watch reels

“Either Mason cannot admit there's a Class problem here, or, even this deeply compromised, he may yet somehow keep Faith that in the Service of the Heavens, dramatic Elevations of Earthly Position are to be expected of these Times, this Reign of Reason, by any reasonable man. Very well, ‘Mason, you are a Miller's Son. That can never satisfy them.’”

“Mason did note as peculiar, that the first mortal acts of Savagery in America after their Arrival should have been committed by Whites against Indians. … They saw white Brutality enough, at the Cape of Good Hope. … Whites in both places are become the very Savages of their own worst Dreams, far out of Measure to any Provocation.”

I love how every Pynchon novel is about how evil white “people” are

“‘Why, to help you find out how much,—‘’— and how foolishly,—‘’— we have to spend, perhaps!’ sing Mason and Dixon”

This book is to surveying as Heated Rivalry is to hockey

“‘I wish I knew where my Affection for you runs,— one moment 'tis sure as the heart-yarn of a Mainstay, the next I am entertaining cheerfully Projects in which your Dissolution is ever a Feature.’”

This is Pynchon’s best novel simply because the faux 18th century style writing bars from him his beloved “sez”

“"As if... there were no single Destiny," puzzles Mason, "but rather a choice among a great many possible ones, their number steadily diminishing each time a Choice be made, till at last 'reduc'd,' to the events that do happen to us, as we pass among 'em, thro' Time unredeemable,— much as a Lens, indeed, may receive all the Light from some vast celestial Field of View, and reduce it to a single Point.”