Near the town of Thick Bush.
Blige, I almost dropped it down the toilet this morning. You want Cloakroom Classics? I'll give you hardcore Cloakroom Classics. Imagine calling out the plumber.
Have you any Idea what might be blocking your pan?
Yes, 1084 pages of prime Thomas Pynchon in the UK Jonathan Cape edition with the white cover that marks easily.
Anyhows, first we have a little backstory involving the probationer of the crew, Chick Counterfly who we are told has been rescued from the clutches of the Ku Klux Klan whilst the ship was resting beside a black-water river in the Deep South,(near the town of Thick Bush) his crime, in the eyes of the Klan, to be the son of 'Dick' Counterfly a man who has recently attempted to sell the state of Mississippi to a mysterious Chinese consortium based in New Mexico.
Are you keeping up? Good.
Next we are coming down low over the stockyards of Chicago, our Chums astonished at their aerial view of The Great Bovine City of the World and a graphic illustration of the proto-industrial slaughtering process(moo).
Suddenly we are descending far too quickly, the consequence of the clumsy (spastical oaf) china breaker, Miles Blundell becoming entangled with a pulley attached to a valve. But wait. Hurrah for Darby the plucky fellow has climbed the lines and manually closed the valve and our passage has now slowed to the pace of a falling autumn leaf; leaving just enough time for Miles to spy through a telescope, a woman, naked, but for the flowers in her hair and a gentleman photographer with tripod and camera fleeing to a nearby patch of woods, before we land.
Got a cold. Bugger crept up on me yesterday. Got much worse today.
Hi, fellow Vagabond of the Void.
I'm reading and blogging along with you. I like your dash (verve? brio?).
Onward!
Posted by: Steelr | January 04, 2007 at 10:21 PM
The 3 year warranty is essential!
Posted by: lo-fi | January 05, 2007 at 08:48 AM