In a lucid moment during his fugue, Fausto wrote : How beautiful is blackout in Valletta. Before tonight’s "plot" comes in from the north. Night fills the street like a black fluid ; flows along the gutters, its current tugging at your ankles. As if the city were underwater ; an Atlantis, under the night sea.
Thomas Pynchon, V.
Le problème rencontré la semaine dernière sur le chapitre 9, c’est qu’il était amère, me forçait à relire plusieurs fois les mêmes pages pour m’accrocher, (…)