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
“Summertime Berkeley giving off her old-lady smell, nine different styles of jasmine and a squirt of he-cat.”
— Michael Chabon in “Telegraph Avenue“