Infinite Jest

by David Foster Wallace

Orin—punter

Schwartz

Infinite Jim.’

Rutherford Keck

Crosby Baum

Apocalyptic rouge

Duquette

bathetic

Reeves Mainwaring

apotropaic

Discursive

Micturation.’

Veach,

‘revenant,’

automatic beauty.

Pat Montesian

Geoffrey Day

Charlotte Treat

Randy Lenz

Johnette Foltz

Nell Gunther

Actaeon

doubles partner—who as a strabismic

about her was a special low-pH dandelion attar

minutes under the poster of an avuncular

Eschaton-prodigy

prorectors

general being not exactly the most candent

Felicity Zweig

Evan Ingersoll

Axford

Struck

Kittenplan,

‘It’s snowing on the goddamn map, not the territory, you dick!’ Pemulis yells at Penn, whose lower lip is out and quivering.

Troeltsch

Kertwang

Yushityu

Ann Kittenplan’s

public duBois,

paralytic thought-helix

Evan Ingersoll,

LaMont Chu

Utter Global Crisis.

Players aren’t inside the goddamn game. Players are part of the apparatus of the game. They’re part of the map. It’s

Mary Esther Thode

Tiny Ewell,

Johnny Gentle,

fantods,

difference between a bottle of 15-year-old Hennessey and a human female vagina. Crocodile Dicky N. up riding shotgun told Glenn to try to fucking remember there was ladies present. Ferocious Francis kept moving the toothpick around in his mouth and looking at Gately in the rearview. Gately wanted to both cry and hit somebody.

Release from Compulsion. There’s serious pain in being sober, though, you find out, after time. Then now that you’re clean and don’t even much want Substances and feeling like you want to both cry and stomp somebody into goo with pain, these Boston AAs start in on telling you