He must have descended to the sidewalk and entered a cigar store.
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Oh! Oh! Cigars are phalluses! It's been too long since we've had a good Pynchon penis pun! Did I just say in my last post that we live too long? Well, I lived just the right amount! I hope Pynchon doesn't disappoint me! I'm like an athlete on a Grecian urn right now!
But before we get to whatever boner joke Pynchon has up his sleeve, I should probably think about this line. I guess what it's saying is that in Lew's moment of clarity, in those seconds of reverie of the strange light and the odd feeling of revelation that descended upon him, Lew had a moment of highway hypnosis. But as a pedestrian and not as a driver and/or passenger on public transportation. He sort of sleep walked off the carriage/bus/"L" train or whatever and wandered into the cigar store. Is it because he's found his way back into his furrow and the cigar store is his destiny? Or is this just more of his delirium?
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