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“...leaning over the bright display among the back aisles of a forbidden arcade, rows of other players silent, unnoticed, closing time never announced, playing for nothing but the score itself, the row of numbers, a chance of entering her initials among those of other strangers for a brief time, no longer the time the world observed but game time, underground time, time that could take her nowhere outside its own tight and falsely deathless perimeter.”

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Book:Vineland
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“We drank the blood of our enemies. That's why you see Gnostics so hunted. The sacrament of the Eucharist is really drinking the blood of the enemy. The Grail, the Sangraal, is the bloody vehicle. Why else guard it so sacredly? Why should the black honor-guard ride half a continent, half a splintering Empire, stone night and winter day, if it's only for the touch of sweet lips on a humble bowl? No, it's mortal sin they're carrying: to swallow the enemy, down into the slick juicery to be taken in by all the cells. Your officially defined 'mortal sin,' that is. A sin against you. A section of your penal code, that's all.”

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Book:Gravity’s Rainbow
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“Stayed on, and became the Cymri. What if we're all Jews, you see? all scattered like seeds? still flying outward from the primal fist so long ago. Man, I believe that.' 'Of course you do, Gwenhidwy.' ¶ 'Aren't we then? What about you?' ¶ 'I don't know. I don't feel Jewish today.' ¶ 'I meant flying outward?' He means alone and forever separate: Pointsman knows what he means.”

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Book:Gravity’s Rainbow
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“It isn't the sort of argument Pointsman relishes either. But he glances sharply at this young anarchist in his red scarf. "Pavlov believed that the ideal, the end we all struggle toward in science, is the true mechanical explanation. He was realistic enough not to expect it in his lifetime. Or in several lifetimes more. But his hope was for a long chain of better and better approximations. His faith ultimately lay in a pure physiological basis for the life of the psyche. No effect without cause, and a clear train of linkages. "It's not my forte, of course," Mexico honestly wishing not to offend the man, but really, "but there's a feeling about that cause-and-effect may have been taken as far as it will go. That for science to carry on at all, it must look for a less narrow, a less . . . sterile set of assumptions. The next great breakthrough may come when we have the courage to junk cause-and-effect entirely, and strike off at some other angle." "No - not 'strike off.' Regress. You're 30 years old, man. There are no 'other angles.' There is only forward - into it – or backward.”

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Book:Gravity’s Rainbow
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“Offshore winds had been too strong to be doing the surf much good, but surfers found themselves getting up early anyway to watch the dawn weirdness, which seemed like a visible counterpart to the feeling in everybody’s skin of desert winds and heat and relentlessness, with the exhaust from millions of motor vehicles mixing with microfine Mojave sand to refract the light toward the bloody end of the spectrum, everything dim, lurid and biblical, sailor-take-warning skies. The state liquor stamps over the tops of tequila bottles in the stores were coming unstuck, is how dry the air was. Liquor-store owners could be filling those bottles with anything anymore.”

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Book:Inherent Vice
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“Sometimes, down in the subway, a train Maxine's riding on will slowly be overtaken by a local or an express on the other track, and in the darkness of the tunnel, as the windows of the other train move slowly past, the lighted panels appear one by one, like a series of fortune-telling cards being deal and slid in front of her. The Scholar, The Unhoused, The Warrior Thief, The Haunted Woman... After a while Maxine has come to understand that the faces framed in these panels are precisely those out of all the city millions she must in the hour be paying most attention to, in particular those whose eyes actually meet her own - they are the day's messengers from whatever the Beyond has for a Third World, where the days are assembled one by one under non-union conditions. Each messenger carrying the props required for their character, shopping bags, books, musical instruments, arrived here out of darkness, bound again into darkness, with only a minute to deliver the intelligence Maxine needs. At some point naturally she begins to wonder if she might not be performing the same role for some face looking back out another window at her.”

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“It’s still unmessed-with country. You like to think it goes on forever, but the colonisers are coming. The suits and tenderfeet. You can hear the blue-eyed-soul music over the ridgeline. There’s already a half dozen well-funded projects for designing software to crawl the Deep Web –” “Is that,” Maxine wonders, “like, ‘Ride the Wild Surf’?” “Except summer will end all too soon, once they get down here, everything’ll be suburbanised faster than you can say ‘late capitalism.’ Then it’ll be just like up there in the shallows. Link by link, they’ll bring it all under control, safe and respectable. Churches on every corner. Licenses in all the saloons. Anybody still wants his freedom’ll have to saddle up and head somewhere else.”

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Book:Bleeding Edge
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“When the earliest Vikings started moving into the northern oceans, there’s one story about finding this huge fuckin opening at the top of the world, this deep whirlpool that’d take you down and in, like a black hole, no way to escape. These days you look at the surface Web, all that yakking, all the goods for sale, the spammers and spielers and idle fingers, all in the same desperate scramble they like to call an economy. Meantime, down here, sooner or later someplace deep, there has to be a horizon between coded and codeless. An abyss.” “That’s what you’re looking for?” “Some of us are.” Avatars do not do wistful, but Maxine catches something. “Others are trying to avoid it. Depends what you’re into.”

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Book:Bleeding Edge
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“Era uno di quei grandi pomeriggi plumbei tipici di Londra: il sole veniva lentamente sciolto in trefoli dal respiro di un migliaio di camini che scodinzolavano all'insù, senza pudore. Quel fumo era qualcosa di più del respiro del giorno, della forza oscura - era una presenza viva che si spostava maestosa per la città. La gente andava di qua e di là, attraversando strade e piazze. Gli autobus avanzavano in uno stridio metallico, a centinaia, sui lunghi viadotti di cemento consunti da anni di uso impietoso, di cupa tetraggine, addentrandosi nel grigio della caligine, nel nero dell'untume, nel rosso del piombo, nel pallore dell'alluminio, fra mucchi di rottami che svettavano alti come caseggiati, lungo le linee secondarie che sfociavano nelle strade intasate di traffico, piene di convogli militari, di altri autobus alti, di autocarri con telone, di biciclette e di automobili, ciascuno con una origine e una destinazione diversa, muovendosi in un flusso compatto, avanzando ogni tanto a singhiozzo, il tutto sovrastato dalle immense rovine gassose del sole fra le ciminiere, i palloni di sbarramento, le linee elettriche e i camini marroni, scuri come il legno invecchiato degli interni, un marrone che s'incupisce, diventa quasi nero per un istante - forse il vero momento del tramonto - che per voi è vino, vino e consolazione.”

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Book:Gravity’s Rainbow
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“Ah, I understand", murmured the imperial scapegrace. Turning to the room: "When Franz Ferdinand drinks", he cried, "everybody drinks!" Which helped restore a level of civility in the room, and soon even of cheer, as smart neckties were soaked in suds, the piano player came back from under the bar, and people in the room resumed dancing syncopated two-steps. After a while someone started singing "All Pimps Look Alike to Me", and half the room joined in. Lew, however, noticing the way the Archduke seemed to keep inching stealthily but unmistakably toward the street door, thought it wise to do the same. Sure enough, just before sliding out the door, Der F. F., with a demonic grin, screamed: "And when Franz Ferdinand pays, everybody pays!" whereupon he disappeared, and it was a near thing that Lew got out with his keester intact.”

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Book:Against the Day
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“The Telescope, the Fluxions, the invention of Logarithms and the frenzy of multiplication, often for its own sake, that follow'd have for Emerson all been steps of an unarguable approach to God, a growing clarity,- Gravity, the pulse of time, the finite speed of Light present themselves to him as aspect of God's character. It's like becoming friendly with an erratic, powerful, potentially dangerous member of the Aristocracy. He holds no quarrel with the Creator's sovereignty, but is repeatedly appall'd at the lapses in Attention, the flaws in Design, the squand'rings of life and energy, the failures to be reasonable, or to exercise common sense,- first appall'd, then angry. We are taught,- we believe,- that it is love of the Creation which drives the Philosopher in his Studies. Emerson is driven, rather, by a passionate Resentment.”

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Book:Mason & Dixon
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“In Africa, Asia, Amerindia, Oceania, Europe came and established its order of Analysis and Death. What it could not use, it killed or altered. In time the death-colonies grew strong enough to break away. But the impulse to empire, the mission to propagate death, the structure of it, kept on. Now we are in the last phase. American Death has come to occupy Europe. It has learned empire from its old metropolis. But now we have only the structure left us, none of the great rainbow plumes, no fittings of gold, no epic marches over alkali seas. The savages of other continents, corrupted but still resisting in the name of life, have gone on despite everything... while Death and Europe are separate as ever, their love still unconsummated. Death only rules here.”

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Book:Gravity’s Rainbow
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“Kekulému se zdá o Velkém hadovi, který drží v tlamě svůj vlastní ocas, snící Had, který obklopuje Svět. Ale ta lakota, ten cynismus, se kterou tento sen bude využit. Had, který oznamuje „Svět je uzavřená věc, cyklická, rezonující, věčně se vracející,“ bude doručen do Systému, jehož jediným cílem je narušit Cyklus. Systém, který bere a nevrací, který požaduje, aby se „produktivita“ a „zisky“ v čase neustále zvyšovaly, odčerpává ze zbytku světa obrovské množství energie, aby udržel svůj maličký zoufalý podíl na zisku: a ne jen většina lidstva – ale i většina Světa, zvířat, rostlin a minerálů je v tomto procesu odhozena jako odpad. Systém může a nemusí rozumět tomu, že si pouze kupuje čas. A že čas je především příliš umělý zdroj, který nemá cenu pro nikoho jiného kromě Systému, jenž dříve nebo později musí ztroskotat a zahynout, až jeho závislost na energii překročí množství, které mu svět může poskytnout, a stáhne s sebou nevinné duše na celém řetězci života.”

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“- С двете момчета не е същото - кима Максин, - но понякога се чудя какво би било, ако имах дъщеря. - Ами вземи си роди, още си хлапе. - Да, лошото е, че и Хорст е. Както и всеки друг, с когото съм излизала. - О, де да можеше да видиш бившия ми. Сидни. Нестабилни юноши от цялата страна идваха на поклонение до къщи само за да вдишат от издишания от него цигарен дим и да си сверят настройките. - Той е още... - Жив и здрав. Ако някога умре, ще е доста неприятно изненадан.”

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Book:Bleeding Edge
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“Is no revenge of the nerds, you know what, last year when everything collapsed, all it meant was the nerds lost out once again and the jocks won. Same as always ... Some of the quants are smart, but quants come, quants go, they're just nerds for hire with a different fashion sense. The jocks may not know a stochastic crossover if it bites them on the ass, but they have that drive to thrive, they're synced in to them deep market rhythms, and that'll always beat out nerditude no matter how smart it gets.”

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Book:Bleeding Edge
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“This ad in the middle was placed by some arm of the G-5-to-be, trying to round up a few 're-education' experts. Vital, vital stuff. Teach the German Beast about the Magna Carta, sportsmanship, that sort of thing, eh? Out inside the works of some neurotic Bavarian cuckoo clock of a village, were-elves streaking in out of the forests at night to leave subversive handbills at door and window—'Anything!' Roger groping back to his narrow quarters, 'anything at all's better than this. . . .”

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Book:Gravity’s Rainbow
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“The anarchist is dressed all in black. In the dark you can only see his eyes. It dates from the 1930's. Porky Pig is a little boy. The children told me that he has a nephew now, Cicero. Do you remember, during the war, when Porky worked in a defense plant? He and Bugs Bunny. That was a good one too.”

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Book:The Crying of Lot 49
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“In the eighteenth century it was often convenient to regard man as a clockwork automaton. In the nineteenth century, with Newtonian physics pretty well assimilated and a lot of work in thermodynamics going on, man was looked on as a heat engine, about 40 per cent efficient. Now in the twentieth century, with nuclear and subatomic physics a going thing, man had become something which absorbs X-rays, gamma rays and neutrons.”

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