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Sue
is on page 847 of 1085
...Captain, sitting across a table from the cooing couple...at great personal effort keeping his expression free of annoyance, was visited by a Cosmic Revelation, dropping from the sky like pigeon s**t, namely that Love, which people like Bevis and Jacintha no doubt imagined as a single Force at large in the world, was in fact more like the 333,000 or however many different forms of Brahma worshipped by the Hindu...
— May 06, 2017 12:15PM
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Sue
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Such an amazing book. I won't profess to understanding it all, but that doesn't bother me at all. This is a work to experience as much as to read. Understanding exists on many levels. I think I may have caught some of the metaphorical ones and am quite ok with not getting them all. What a mind has Mr Pynchon.
— Jun 29, 2017 07:38PM
Sue
is on page 1060 of 1085
Amid a technical environment so corrupted by less-than-elevated motives, usually mercenary, for "setting forth against the Enemy Wind" (as early epics of time-travel described it), there must now and then appear one compassionate time-machine story, time travel in the name of love, with no expectation of success, let alone reward.
— Jun 29, 2017 06:25PM
Sue
is on page 1043 of 1085
It was in the days just before the earthquake, and Santa Barbara still reflected a lot less light than it was about to under the stucco-and-beam philosophy of the rebuilding to follow. The place for the moment lay dreaming in a darkness of overwatered vegetation, ivy-shrouded suburban ascents into rat-infested pockets of old California money, a relentlessly unacknowledged past.
— Jun 29, 2017 11:08AM
Sue
is on page 1037 of 1085
In the years since they'd come up with the process, Merle confided, he had begun to understand that he was on a mission to set free the images not just in the photographs he was taking, but in all that came his way... One by one, across the land...photos trembled, stirred, began to move...pedestrians walked away out of the frame, streets darkened and gas lamps came on...stars wheeled...we're dissolved in dawn..
— Jun 29, 2017 10:05AM
Sue
is on page 1027 of 1085
One morning...Geneva...was washed in a strangely circumspect light. Birds had long been up and about, but discreetly so. Lake steamers refrained from blowing their sirens. Tram cars seemed to ride on pneumatic wheels. A supernatural hush hung over the steeples, the mountains, the known world... Toward noon the bell of the Cathedral...began to ring. Back in Europe something called an armistice had taken effect.
— Jun 28, 2017 02:19PM
Sue
is on page 1026 of 1085
Since 1916 there had been agreements in effect among Britain, Germany and France allowing severely wounded prisoners of war to be exchanged and returned to their home countries by way of Switzerland, while those less seriously disabled could be interned under Swiss custody.... Whenever the trains paused...citizens appeared...with flowers...bottles of homemade schnapps, chocolate...
— Jun 27, 2017 09:24PM
Sue
is on page 1021 of 1085
as I near the end, I am thinking about the broad themes of this book: light (? as an entity in itself, as a force), light vs darkness, anarchy and anarchists, power, evil, war, money behind most evil and only limited good. And the characters, well they are geniuses and dummies, killer's and serial lovers, anarchists and strikebreakers, millionaires and peasants, dreamers and realists.....
— Jun 26, 2017 06:29PM
Sue
is on page 991 of 1085
...at some point Frank came to understand that this bearer of light was his soul, and that all the fireflies in the tree were the souls of everyone who had ever passed through his life, even at a distance... that there existed such a tree for each person in Chiapas, and though this suggested the same soul must live on a number of trees, they all went to make up a single soul...in the same way..light was indivisible.
— Jun 25, 2017 08:04PM
Sue
is on page 965 of 1085
One morning at first light they awoke into a firefight the likes of which few out here had ever encountered and would never have expected in this antiquated world of bolt-action weaponry. Among the frantic popping of Mauser against Mauser, something new on earth. Machine guns, the future of warfare... It was the devastation and final descent of the Ottoman project, the centuries of Turkey in Europe...
— Jun 25, 2017 04:00PM
Sue
is on page 963 of 1085
They made their way up off the Plain of Thrace...over toward Macedonia. Some days the light was pitiless. Light so saturated with color, brought hovering to such tension, that it could not be borne for long, as if it were dangerous to be out in country filled with light like this, ad if anyone beneath it were just about to be taken by it, if not over into death then some transformation at least as severe.
— Jun 25, 2017 02:15PM
