/lit/ - Literature

>You see *sniff* your view of communism is root-*sniff*-ed in ideology and Christianity and so on and so forth etcetera etcetera *rubs nose* *sniffs* and you cannot see the truth of co-*sniff*-mmunism until you give up your false notions *scratches head and licks upper lip*

>WELL, I SAY THAT COMMUNISM HAS KILLED MILLIONS IN THE 20TH CENTURY AND THAT IS N O T G O O D. JUNG HAD A CONCEPT ABOUT THE DISCONNECT BETWEEN CHAOS AND ORDER AND YOU ARE IN CHAOS MY FRIEND AND THAT IS THE BELLY OF THE BEAST AND THAT IS NOT A GOOD PLACE TO BE. YOU NEED TO UNDERSTAND HOW EVIL EGALITARIANISM IS BECUASE JUNG SAID SO WITH HIS ANALOGY OF THE DRAGON OF CHAOS AND THE DEAD FATHER.

I saw him once in a bar in downtown Manhattan around 2003. He was sitting on a stool at the bar mumbling quietly to himself while holding a bottle of absolut vodka by the neck. He would occasionally take big swings of the drink and had finished about half of the bottle within 15 minutes of me being there. The bartender would confront him every 3 swigs or so and try to make Pynchon leave becuase outside drinks weren’t allowed; Pynchon would then go on to ask the man what his favorite fart joke was and the bartender would leave. I got up from my table and approached him like I didn’t know who he was and sat next to him. I asked him how he was doing and he said he was “glim-glam-tabulous.” After that he asked me “what’s your favorite cartoon funny from the telly” and jabbed me in the side with his elbow while giggling. I was in the process of answering him when he said “well, got to go old chap, times a tickin” and he handed me the bottle. He stood up, called the bartender over to implicate me of bringing in outside drinks, and left. The bartender sighed at me saying that Pynchon had come in every day for the past week and had drove all his customers away. Apparently Pynchon walked around the bar discussing Cold War era politics, differential equations, the pitfalls of Taoism, and gay sex enough that no one would come to his bar anymore. He broke down crying in front of me and vowed to kill Pynchon the next time he saw him. I went back to that same bar 3 days later and found out from a neighboring shop that the bartender had thrown himself from the roof 30 minutes after I left.

The judge was a real person and a symbol. When the man meets the Judge in the bar “the Judge” isn’t physically there, just what he stands for which is a form of evil. What the Judge stands for can be explored further but I don’t feel like it right now, anyway when the Judge grabs the kid in the outhouse it shows the final victory of evil over good. If you remember the little girl with the dancing bear who ran out of the bar crying and if you remember all the young girls who go missing from towns that the gang passes through you probably know why the Judge won. Basically, the kid is a pedophile who brutally rapes and possibly kills the child in the outhouse. Earlier when the Judge was telling the kid that he hid something from the rest of the gang he was speaking of the kid’s pedophilia. The kid tried to hide his evil actions and from the gang so he could think of himself as more moral than his compatriots. He also wanted to reaffirm to himself that he was still a good person. The judge, who symbolizes evil in a way, wins because the man finally gives in to his evil nature and quits pretending to be good.

I have a zoomer cousin who I turned onto Joyce and now his favorite authors are Pynchon and Faulkner