Page Seventeen
“It is the dark, hard, tobacco-starved, headachy, sour-stomach middle of the day, a million bureaucrats are diligently plotting death and some of them even know it, many about now are already into the second or third pint or highball glass, which produces a certain desperate aura here.”
Photo taken at The Shanti
- Gravity’s Rainbow* by Thomas Pynchon
- Pictures Showing What Happens on Each Page of Thomas Pynchon’s Novel Gravity’s Rainbow* by Zak Smith