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Look how the leaves drift in the darkness.
We have burned away
all that was written on them.

I could potentially finish this today.

As a result of his mildly masochistic proclivities, he thinks of them often, they sort of blend together like one continuous humiliation.

Horrific and yet gripping.

Alongside all of that, it was football that kept the mass of socially weak, the current and future losers, the second generation of educationally deprived, and the older generation, the rejects of capitalism from hanging themselves or looking or thinking.

Finishing this tonight and feeling ambivalent about such

Lovers of global conspiracy, not all of them Catholic, can count on the Masons for a few good shivers and voids when all else fails.

The hand of Providence creeps among the stars, giving Slothrop the finger.

What happens when paranoid meets paranoid? A crossing of solipsisms.

There is nearly complete parallelism between analgesia and addiction. The more pain it takes away, the more we desire it.

In the Zone

Proverbs for Paranoids, 1: You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.

Felt very Ned Pointsman this morning, listening for the Minotaur and registering cortex changes. Maybe we’re all waiting for Pierre Janet?
Funny how I think about Roger Mexico and Jessica Swanlake constantly but somehow I’d blocked all memory of Beaver.

I’m proceeding in earnest but without much enjoyment. I absolutely loved the opening scene, it is why I bought a better copy. The patchwork episodes that follow have been characterized as reminiscent of Dickens or Proust. The verdict is out but I’m simply indifferent so far. Perhaps it is the call of the Zone?

All talk of cause and effect is secular history, and secular history is a diversionary tactic.

The candies of Mrs Quoad.

I’ve read a few books and a number of essays on Gravity’s Rainbow but Steven Weisenburger’s in piece in this collection is one of the best.

This is my favorite novel. I know the reasons why.

Nice treatment of V: I should probably reread that one soon.

I’d grown wary about the abundance of physics at the expense of philosophy and by extension literature. This section on Kant is adjusting the imbalance.

Tres Bernhard, and loving it.

Amazing what the zeds can do. A night of fat kip flipped the ignition: I’ll finish this today.

Maybe it was the Nobel decision or just the demands of the workday but I’m going to take a step back.

For Wittgenstein the work had to be delivered whole and complete! A virgin birth, no more, no less.

I’m enraptured despite my slow pace.

There’s a decent chance I’ll finish this today.

A touch wayward but equipped with the now standard gloss on deep time including the expected nods to Darwin and Lyell.

Chernobyl to Detroit

Airport/flights afforded an ample opportunity. I did find myself flipping back to clarify relationships.

Book III: The Book of the Road