Thursday, March 18, 2021

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 Up in his penthouse suite, Scarsdale had moved on to the business at hand.

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Now that the socialist fact-checker has left the building to go drink himself silly and dance with women, things that aren't earning him money after which he'll probably expect a handout for not working at all during every minute of his life, Scarsdale can get down to the matter of money: how much is the Professor willing to sell his soul for?

By the way, the penthouse suite of the Palmer House is still touted as a great place to do your business! It's a beautiful space with loads and loads of beautiful rooms full of peacock imagery. It's not just a place to stay; it's a historic Chicago destination! Hopefully they also love handing out checks to bloggers who promote them online! Cha-ching!

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 "Anybody feel like dancing?" offered Chevrolette.

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I wonder where Chevrolette left Chick and Darby? Probably passed out in some dark alley of the fair in their cum-stained trousers.

This is the last sentence of this scene in the Pump Room because Chevrolette can't handle listening to anymore of this dour garbage about the Professor from these two. So she changes the subject to something more exciting because the new subject involves possibly touching a woman.

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 "Lately he's been keeping those ideas pretty much to himself, like he's finally learned how much they might be worth. Seen that happen enough, Lord knows. This big parade of modern inventions, all spirited march tunes, public going ooh and aah, but someplace lurking just out of sight is always some lawyer or accountant, beating the 2/4 like clockwork and runnin the show."

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"like he's finally learned how much they might be worth"
See?! Loss of innocence! I knew S.E. Hinton's The Outsiders wouldn't steer me wrong! It's as if the Professor had found this new type of game that used cards which you purchased in packs with random cards inside. And when you play a game, you bet one of your cards against one of your opponent's cards. Whoever wins gets to keep both cards. And nobody even considered that maybe some of these cards might actually be worth more money than the entire pack was purchased for so nobody really cared much about losing this card or winning that one. But then some jerk whom you thought was your friend suddenly showed up with a magazine whose main reason for being published was to list the different values of all of these cards. And now suddenly Cheryl doesn't want to play for ante because she might lose her Shivan Dragon. Well la dee fucking dah, Cheryl! I guess we'll all just stop having fun then! And thanks a lot, Stephen, for bringing that stupid magazine into our midst! I haven't enjoyed anything since that day in the early 90s! Why even bother going on?! Nothing gold can stay!

"Seen that happen enough, Lord knows"
Me too! Remember that story I've told before and then just now about how fucking Stephen ruined Magic the Gathering for us?!

"This big parade of modern inventions"
This is one of the themes of this book! Look at how all of these modern inventions changed the landscape of our lives at the end of the 19th century! See how we reacted to them! See how they foreshadow the ultimate invention of the 20th century which isn't Magic the Gathering but nuclear weapons!
    Another theme is "See how, by trying to center the story around themselves, Europeans destabilized the center, bringing the entire world into themselves and changing themselves drastically while trying to outwardly control the rest of the world." The imperialist drive to control and dominate the world simply caused soldiers, refugees, and immigrants to bring back to the homeland all of the cultures the imperialists were trying to control and make more British (or whatever, depending on the European country. It's just easy to speak of Britain since they were the empire on which the sun never set or whatever) thus irrevocably changing British life forever, many times in the ways the imperialism was initially meant to prevent. The dumbies.

"beating the 2/4"
This means a beat of two quarter notes per bar. A quarter note is also known as a crotchet. The alternate definition for crotchet is "a perverse or unfounded belief or notion." I first learned that word from Gravity's Rainbow. It, along with Tristram Shandy's "hobbyhorse" are two of my favorite words to describe other people's arguments and motivations.

"like clockwork"
Clockwork plays a large part in Mason & Dixon! So think up something intellectual that compares the two novels here, email it to me, and I'll replace this sentence with that, taking full credit for it.

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 "Something missing. He used to get so fired up about everything—we'd be designing something, run out of paper, he'd take his shirt collar off and just use that to scribble on."

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"Something missing"
It's probably innocence. Whenever something suddenly goes missing, it's innocence. I think I learned that from S.E. Hinton's The Outsiders.

"we'd be designing something, run out of paper"
I bet there was a paper shortage in 1893. It probably came on the heels of the repeal of the Sherman Silver Purchase Act and the plummet of silver prices. I would research it but I know when my speculating isn't worth the shirt collar it's written on.

"he'd take his shirt collar off"
Remember when shirt collars weren't actually part of your shirt? What kind of wacky system is that?! Maybe there wouldn't have been a paper shortage if they hadn't been using all their stiff paper for shirt collars? 

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 Merle nodded.

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Fine. I guess Merle had time to notice the Professor acting strangely. Merle's pretty observant, I guess, being a photographer and all.

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 "He seems different these days. You notice anything?"

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Ray is talking about the Professor. He's asking Merle and Chevrolette as if they've hung around him enough to notice. Maybe they have. I haven't been privy to every single thing that's happened since this story began. Maybe Merle had enough time with the Professor on the ride to the steak house to notice the Professor has become severely agitated and anxious due to his economic dealings with a man named Scarsdale Vibe. It's his own fault, of course. As soon as somebody tries to shake my hand and says, "Hello, my name is Scarsdale," I would be saying, "Okay. Nice to meet you but I have to jump out of this window and run away down the street like an out of control ping pong ball now!"

Actually, that's my reaction whenever anybody tries to shake my hand. But dealing with a man by the name of Scarsdale is like putting punctuation on a text message to a youth. It's only going to cause trouble.