Shadow Ticket

by Thomas Pynchon

“Saluto,”

Hello

“agrabla revidi vin!”

nice to see you again.

Hicks could point out that keeping still and listening to a story isn’t always the same thing as falling for it, but sees no reason to start an argument, being no stranger to the time-honored routine men have had to sit through since the world has been the world, listening to desirable women banging on about their love-life history in hopes however remote of some payoff in the cheerfully jangling currency of present-tense whoopee.

Der Kongreß tanzt

Átfogó Alkatrészek,

Comprehensive parts

“Harley. David…Son, this is son of David, no?” “Two guys from Milwaukee, I don’t think they’re Jewish.” “American, same thing.”