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Slothrop: Where is he? Why didn’t he show? Who are you?
Voice: The Kid got busted. And you know me, Slothrop. Remember? I’m Never.
Slothrop (peering): You, Never? (A pause.) Did the - Kenosha Kid?

The snow in this slum darkness has the appearance of soot in a negative... it flows in and out of the night....

Q. Then what about all the others? Boston. London. The ones who live in cities. Are those people real, or what?
A. Some are real, and some aren’t.
Q. Well are the real ones necessary? or unnecessary?
A. It depends what you have in mind.
Q. Shit, I don’t have anything in mind.
A. We do.

Look on it as an optimization problem. The country can best support only one of each.

Slothrop moves among the bins and hung cloths, invisible,...and Slothrop is puzzled. Isn’t there supposed to be only one of each?

pineapples fermenting in the sun, about to blow up,

Whappo sulks. His top hat reflects the coming holocaust.

shit that Whappo is such a caution. Always baiting his master in ‘hopes of getting a leather-keen stripe or two across those dusky Afro-Scandinavian buttocks,

This must mean that the one-of-each rule applies only to forms of life, such as little pards, and not to objects, such as bandannas).

Whappo also sports a bandanna of the regulation magenta and green (Crutchfield is supposed to have a closetful of ‘these silken scarves back home at “Rancho Peligroso” and “never rides out into the rock-country and riverbed trails ‘without a dozen or two stashed in his saddlebags.