She spends a night with a lawyer in a motel, playing Strip Botticelli in front of the tube. He's a disc jockey spooked by his dream of the car lot where he had once worked.
The third chapter opens with "Things then did not delay in turning curious" but it has been prefaced with all kinds of Happenings after Mrs. So much of it is not only unidentifiable but also unintelligible- it's not to be read as much as deciphered. Here, however, his narrative verve has shrivelled into sheer bizarrerie. had some prodigally exciting sequences to startle the most phlegmatic imagination. Whether you were with it or not, Pynchon's first novel V.
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