Well. What happens when paranoid meets paranoid? A crossing of solipsisms. Clearly. The two patterns create a third: a moiré, a new world of flowing shadows, interferences. . . .
Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow
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Well. What happens when paranoid meets paranoid? A crossing of solipsisms. Clearly. The two patterns create a third: a moiré, a new world of flowing shadows, interferences. . . .
Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow
Colonies are the outhouses of the European soul, where a fellow can let his pants down and relax, enjoy the smell of his own shit.
— Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow
“This isn’t desolation row this is prostate alley.”
— Colin Syme, commenting on “men sitting round a table playing Bob Dylan on acoustic guitar badly” in “The Strange Undoing of Prudencia Hart,” by David Greig