Some ironist who decamped back Out There and left his meager effects to be bagged and tossed by Staff into the Ennet House attic had, all the way back in the Year of the Tucks Medicated Pad, permanently engraved his tribute to AA’s real Prime Directive with a rosewood-handled boot-knife in the plastic seat of the 5-Man men’s room’s commode: ‘Do not ask WHY If you dont want to DIE Do like your TOLD If you want to get OLD 143
Perhaps the most overtly Pynchonian writing one could point to.
