Christopher’s Reviews > Infinite Jest > Status Update

The ceiling was breathing.

Entertainment-wise, things take a rapid turn for the splattery...

For reasons that Pemulis couldn't for the life of him, Ortho Stice seemed to be in there in Dr. Dolores Rusk's office, interfacing with Dr. Rusk well after regular hours.

M. Hugh Steeply spoke quietly, after a prolonged silence of both operatives alone with their thoughts, upon this mountain.

White halogen off the green of the composite surface, the light out on the indoor courts at the Port Washington Tennis Academy is the color of sour apples.

Open me anothowone of those boy and I'll tell you the highlight of that season...

We are all dying to give our lives away to something, maybe. God or Satan, politics or grammar, topology or philately - the object seemed incidental to this will to give oneself away, utterly. -p.900

'Needs, Needs, Needs,' the bearded men are chanting, some rhythmically raising their manicured fists in the air.

172 pages of text left and only 3 pages of endnotes.

Vapid ditty.

I don't usually do this many updates, but I have to record wonderful gems like this:

'[...] after our work together on your fear of weight, would be that your presenting maladjustment, Ortho, like many males and athletes, is that you're suffering from counterphobia.'

'Fear of linoleum?'