Infinite Jest

by David Foster Wallace

Saveur Maison.

mafficking

bradykinetic

dewimpled

starts to turn out that the vapider the AA cliché, the sharper the canines of the real truth it covers.

bradypnea-afflicted

cultivating a kind of reverse-Buddhism, a state of Total Worry.

morendo

since everybody else in metro Boston drives exactly the same sociopathic way, including the Finest themselves,

mysticetously

It’s here he especially likes making people throw their packages in the air and dive for the curb.

202

get off the Storrow 500 on Prospect St.’s Ramp of Death and slalom between the sinkholes

propinquous

monomitotic

‘Va chier, putain!’

boot-and-leg

transperçant

teratoid,

woppsed

inutile,

aphrasiac

culcate

metastisate

diddle-checks

His smallness resembles the smallness of something that’s farther away from you than it wants to be, plus is receding.

corticatization

‘You Can’t Unring a Bell.’

even slightly to port or starboard of the bell curve’s acme

Lebensgefährtin

99.9% of what goes on in one’s life is actually none of one’s business, with the .1% under one’s control consisting mostly of the option to accept or deny one’s inevitable powerlessness over the other 99.9%,

wakked

unperspicuous

xerophagy

serapic

gynecopia

ascapartic

cloracne

mayhi

anapestic

hyperfloriated

Experialism,

pace

‘Absolutely no bonking,’ presumably.

with multiple lanes and Escherian signs and On- and Off-ramps within car-lengths of each other and no speed limit

solecism,

de-mapping.

syringes.