Monday, January 11, 2021

Chapter 1: Section 2: Page 13: Line 47 (152)

 "Come, Blundell," Randolph arising from where he had fallen, "there is quite enough to be done at the moment without more idle shenanigans—"

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If Miles Blundell doesn't start a cream pie fight at some point, I'll have to admit that Thomas Pynchon doesn't actually know what he's doing. I don't want to admit that because I've actually expended energy into understanding Gravity's Rainbow and if he didn't know what he was doing while writing that and it's all just a bunch of idiotic bluster, I'll have to reckon with how I've wasted more of my life on inconsequential nonsense than a person who knew they were too dumb to get through Gravity's Rainbow in the first place!

Although I already know I've completely wasted most of my life on idle shenanigans. There's definitely quite enough to be done and I don't do any of it because most of it takes the kind of confidence that allows a person to take responsibility not just for their own life but, often, the lives of others. Like a doctor or an airplane pilot or an, um, vet? I don't know. Maybe a firefighter or a clerk at 7-Eleven! I know there are more people out there who would qualify who also aren't police officers because I would never praise police officers. Not until they can monitor and criticize the bad behavior of their own forces.

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