More and more in recent weeks, he had found himself approaching likewise the condition of an empty cylinder, only intermittently occupied by intelligent thought.
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Well there you have it! No need to speculate if you can manage to read a book more than one sentence at a time! Pynchon gets right to the heart of the matter. The Professor is like a beat up old hat devoid of any sentience, only occasionally, these days, able to use his brain to suss out the variables and possibilities of his current situation. At the moment, the hat is off his head because he doesn't know what to think. He's an empty hat carried away by the winds of fate.
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