"Not sure. Maybe."
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This is the last line of this section within a section (meaning Pynchon doesn't begin a new section on a new page (I mean, he does but it's just a coincidence of space here!)) depicted, like my breaks between the quotes and my rambling, by a line of asterisks. At this point, I'm not sure what the next section is about. But what I do know is that this whole story about Lew Basnight and his time at the Esthonia Hotel was seemingly telling the story about why he was now working for Nate Privett's detective agency. Maybe I simply misunderstood. That makes sense because I'm a natural at misunderstanding things. I also stubbornly stick to the misunderstanding for as long as possible, like that time Colleen Henline told me that "Rock and Roll All Nite" was Poison doing a cover of a Kiss song and I was all, "How dare you! This is Poison at their finest!"
Hmm, that might be my most embarrassing confession ever on the Internet.
Anyway, Drave can't commit to doing the thing he's asking Lew to commit to. I don't know what that means but I think it means Lew Basnight might want to rethink his association with Drave. Or it could mean Drave is just a really straight shooter!
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