Friday, August 14, 2009

Vou amar esta pessoa o resto da minha vida

Sauncho now answered the phone in some agitation. "Doc! Have you got the tube on?"

''All's I get here's a three-minute call, Saunch, they've got me in Compton, and it's Bigfoot again."

"Yeah well, I'm watching cartoons here, okay? and this Donald Duck one is really been freaking me out?" Sauncho didn't have that many people in his life to talk to and had always had Doc figured for an easy mark.

"You have a pen, Saunch? Here's the processing number, prepare to copy—" Doc started reading him the number, real slowly.

"It's like Donald and Goofy, right, and they're out in a life raft, adrift at sea? for what looks like weeks? and what you start noticing after a while, in Donald's close-ups, is that he has this whisker stubble? like, growing out of his beak? You get the significance of that?"

"If I find a minute to think about it, Saunch, but meantime here comes Bigfoot and he's got that look, so if you could repeat the number back, OK, and—"

"We've always had this image of Donald Duck, we assume it's how he looks all the time in his normal life, but in fact he's always had to go in every day and shave his beak. The way I figure, it has to be Daisy. You know, which means, what other grooming demands is that chick laying on him, right?"

(Thomas Pynchon, Inherent Vice, p.28 - Vou andar tão feliz nos próximos tempos.)

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