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“Like I . . .” he hesitated before breaking into a radiant smile, “you’ll think I’m crazy, Oed. But I can do the same thing in reverse. Listen to anything and take it apart again. Spectrum analysis, in my head. I can break down chords, and timbres, and words too into all the basic frequencies and harmonics, with all their different loudnesses, and listen to them, each pure tone, but all at once.”
— 4 hours, 32 min ago
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Austin Meakim
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She could not quite get it into her head that the day she’d left him for San Narciso was the day she’d seen Mucho for the last time. So much of him already had dissipated.
— 4 hours, 28 min ago
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“Oed,” looking at her puzzled, “you don’t get addicted. It’s not like you’re some hophead. You take it because it’s good. Because you hear and see things, even smell them, taste like you never could. Because the world is so abundant. No end to it, baby. You’re an antenna, sending your pattern out across a million lives a night, and they’re your lives too.”
— 4 hours, 28 min ago
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He put a little clear plastic bottle on the table between them. She stared at the pills in it, and then understood. “That’s LSD?” she said. Mucho smiled back. “Where’d you get it?” Knowing.
“Hilarius. He broadened his program to include husbands.”
— 4 hours, 28 min ago
“Hilarius. He broadened his program to include husbands.”
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And the ‘you’ is everybody. And herself. Oedipa, the human voice, you know, it’s a flipping miracle.”
— 4 hours, 29 min ago
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“That’s what I am,” said Mucho, “right. Everybody is.” He gazed at her, perhaps having had his vision of consensus as others do orgasms, face now smooth, amiable, at peace. She didn’t know him.
— 4 hours, 29 min ago
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“Is this what Funch means when he says you’re coming on like a whole roomful of people?”
— 4 hours, 30 min ago
Austin Meakim
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But the time is arbitrary. You pick your zero point anywhere you want, that way you can shuffle each person’s time line sideways till they all coincide. Then you’d have this big, God, maybe a couple hundred million chorus saying ‘rich, chocolaty goodness’ together, and it would all be the same voice.”
— 4 hours, 31 min ago
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“I noticed it the other night hearing Rabbit do a commercial. No matter who’s talking, the different power spectra are the same, give or take a small percentage. So you and Rabbit have something in common now. More than that. Everybody who says the same words is the same person if the spectra are the same only they happen differently in time, you dig?
— 4 hours, 31 min ago
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It dawned on her that he was talking about the Muzak. It has been seeping in, in its subliminal, unidentifiable way since they’d entered the place, all strings, reeds, muted brass.
— 4 hours, 33 min ago
Austin Meakim
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Mucho came downstairs carrying his copy, a serenity about him she’d never seen. He used to hunch his shoulders and have a rapid eyeblink rate, and both now were gone.
— 4 hours, 33 min ago