“whenever I put the headset on now," he'd continued, "I really do understand what I find there. When those kids sing about 'she loves you,' yeah well, you know, she does, she's any number of people, all over the world, back through time, different colors, sizes, ages, shapes, distances from death, but she loves. And the 'you' is everybody. And herself. Oedipa, the human voice, you know, it's a flipping miracle." His eyes brimming, reflecting the color of beer.”
Book:The Crying of Lot 49
