![]() ![]() No self-will, no motivation, no character. That was the problem with post-modernism. It could have been a good gag but she blew it and went to bed with him anyway. Oedipa went to her room and put on several more layers of clothes. I was once a child actor called Baby Igor. "You can leave all the enigmatic shit to me," said another man, who introduced himself as Metzger. "I'm lead singer with the Paranoids," he said. A drop-out called Miles appeared from behind a statue of a nymphet. Oedipa drove south to San Narcisco, less of a city more a rather dull concept that had been Pierce's domicile, and checked in to the Echo Courts Motel. She felt the onset of revelation, a shimmer of mystic meaninglessness and lowered her hair, Rapunzel-like, into the studied opacity of chapter two. ![]() "I'm hallucinating already," Oedipa replied. "Why are you not taking the pills?" Dr Hilarius asked. "You're too sensitive," she said in an access of helplessness as Mucho detailed his latest defeat. ![]()
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