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I don’t like voltage inspo/characterisation

“I’m the proprietor of an electrical appliance repair shop on Fourteenth Street.”

“Tell him what you specialize in.”

“Toasters with doors and prewar radios. I have problems with pop-up things and things that are combinations of things like clock-radios or radio-phonographs. You have to read t…

—p.121 Americana by Don DeLillo
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straight lines and right angles topic/americana

“What we really want to do, he said, deep in the secret recesses of our heart, all of us, is to destroy the forests, white saltbox houses, covered bridges, brownstones, azalea gardens, big red barns, colonial inns, riverboats, whaling villages, cider mills, waterwheels, antebellum mansions, log cab…

—p.118 by Don DeLillo
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commercials for nonexistent products inspo/characterisation

Warren Beasley had his own radio program on a local station. It was called “Death Is Just Around the Corner,” and it was broadcast from two to five in the morning. I had listened to the program, or at least parts of it, close to a hundred times, and not once on all those occasions had I heard Warre…

—p.93 by Don DeLillo
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identical sofas and doors inspo/interiority

The door of Quincy’s office was orange and his sofa was dark gray. Some of us in Weede’s group had doors of the same color but sofas of a different color. Some had identical sofas but different doors. Weede himself was the only one who had a red sofa. Weede and Ted Warburton were the only ones with…

—p.88 by Don DeLillo
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the crowd was essential to the individual inspo/interiority

The crowds didn’t begin to thin out until I got south of Forty-second Street, and traffic was bad all the way. Below Forty-second, people were able to choose their own pace and yet here the faces seemed gray and stricken, the bodies surreptitious in the scrawls of their coats, and it occurred to me…

—p.29 by Don DeLillo