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A couple months ago I read two big motherfuckers back to back: Thomas Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow and William Gaddis's The Recognitions. Both I highly recommend. Set aside some time and let them bowl you over.
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There is a Hand to turn the time,
Though thy Glass today be run,
Till the Light hath brought the Towers low
Find the last poor Preterite one . . .
Till the Riders sleep by ev'ry road,
All through our crippl'd Zone,
With a face in ev'ry Mountainside
And a Soul in ev'ry stone
Now Everybody -
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