"Man, did you miss a big story," he greeted Doc.
"You too, man."
"I'm talkin about sets of fifty-foot waves that wouldn't quit."
"'Fifty,' huh. I'm takin about Charlie Manson gettin popped."
They looked at each other.
"On the face of it," Vehi Fairfield said finally, "two separate worlds, each unaware of the other. But they always connect someplace."
"Manson and the Surge of '69," said Doc.
"I'd be very surprised if they weren't connected," Vehi said.
"That's because you think everything is connected," Sortilege said.
"'Think'?"
- from Inherent Vice by Thomas Pynchon
...all of which, combined with this, (via The Rake, with whom I agree), has me feelin' a might bit pe-cyul-yar...but such is to be expected. This is actually (a third of the way in at least) a straight-forward novel, a novel's novel, if you will, and it's great fun, even if I'm only partially attentive, life being life, and all.
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