It would've helped if he could remember, but all he could produce was this peculiar haze.
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This whole Lew Basnight thing is some parody I'm not quite getting, isn't it? Some trope of literature that colors a character as sinful and despicable without ever allowing the reader to truly understand why. I've been too far outside of my college reading days. I think I re-read too many Xanth novels last year and destroyed a bunch of my academic memories. Or maybe it's just because for every great novel I read and subsequently let lapse in my memory, there's a section of my brain overflowing with the memories of a book like Charles Brockden Brown's Wieland. Why couldn't that be what Pynchon is referencing?!
"all he could produce was this peculiar haze"
This could be evidence that Lew Basnight is some kind of Dr. Jekyll figure, slipping into some deranged personality that delights in blasphemies. Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde was published in 1886 although I guess that's neither Dr. Here nor Mr. There.