"We have carried up to a dozen well-fed adults with no discernible loss of lift," replied Randolph, his glance not quite able to avoid lingering upon Mr. Privett's embonpoint.
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"Mr. Privett's embonpoint"Privett has a few extra pounds is what Pynchon is saying. Probably from all the drinking.
"a dozen well-fed adults"
Hmm. Like the Last Supper, right?! This could suggest more supranatural evidence that the Chums of Chance and their balloon aren't quite what they seem. Maybe not the Second Coming, which a new Last Supper aboard the Inconvenience might suggest (and what would be more inconvenient than the Second Coming?!), but certainly a suggestion of a Godly or religious hand in what the lads are doing.
Or maybe Randolph just looked at Nate's gut and thought, "Eleven, maybe twelve, adults worth of pudge there?"
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