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Rick has a frightening dream involving Lenore, Andy, and urine; Lenore has a session with Dr Jay in which he pretends that he's a sperm cell; Lenore and Rick discuss the Fieldbinder story and its excess of wry grins; Rick has a session with Dr Jay in which he grows increasingly hostile; Rick decides that Lenore and Lang are inevitable; Rick exacts revenge on Dr Jay in his next Fieldbinder story; Candy and Mindy meet

Foster Wallace, D. (2004). 16. In Foster Wallace, D. The Broom of the System. Penguin Books, pp. 324-361

331

JAY: [...] Only a strong membrane can suck in a sperm, Lenore. Here, I know, pretend I'm a sperm.

LENORE: I don't care for the way this session is going one bit.

JAY: No, really. Be secure. Pretend I'm a sperm cell. Here. I take the string out of the ... hood of my sweatshirt, affix it to my behind for a tail, like so ...

LENORE: What in God's name are you doing?

JAY: Pretend, Lenore. Be an ovum. Be strong. Let me hypothetically batter at you. Batter batter. Surrender to the unreal of the real interor.

LENORE: Are you supposed to be a sperm, wriggling in your sweatshirt-string like that?

JAY: I can feel the strength of your membrane, Lenore.

LENORE: A sperm in a gas mask?

JAY: Batter batter.

LENORE: I demand that you set my chair in motion.

—p.331 by David Foster Wallace 1 year, 5 months ago

JAY: [...] Only a strong membrane can suck in a sperm, Lenore. Here, I know, pretend I'm a sperm.

LENORE: I don't care for the way this session is going one bit.

JAY: No, really. Be secure. Pretend I'm a sperm cell. Here. I take the string out of the ... hood of my sweatshirt, affix it to my behind for a tail, like so ...

LENORE: What in God's name are you doing?

JAY: Pretend, Lenore. Be an ovum. Be strong. Let me hypothetically batter at you. Batter batter. Surrender to the unreal of the real interor.

LENORE: Are you supposed to be a sperm, wriggling in your sweatshirt-string like that?

JAY: I can feel the strength of your membrane, Lenore.

LENORE: A sperm in a gas mask?

JAY: Batter batter.

LENORE: I demand that you set my chair in motion.

—p.331 by David Foster Wallace 1 year, 5 months ago
335

"And the writing was just so . . . This one line I remember: 'He grinned wryly.' Grinned wryly? Who grins wryly? Nobody grins wryly at all, except in stories. It wasn't real at all. It was like a story about a story. I put it on Mavis's desk with the ones about the proctologist and the snowblower."

—p.335 by David Foster Wallace 1 year, 5 months ago

"And the writing was just so . . . This one line I remember: 'He grinned wryly.' Grinned wryly? Who grins wryly? Nobody grins wryly at all, except in stories. It wasn't real at all. It was like a story about a story. I put it on Mavis's desk with the ones about the proctologist and the snowblower."

—p.335 by David Foster Wallace 1 year, 5 months ago
347

RICK: How do you know his age? That he's blond and virile, with a socio-economic background?

until this moment, I assumed that Rick had told Jay all about Andy, but here we learn there's something more sinister going on (i.e., it's probably all a big plot--ha-- controlled by Lenore Sr.)

—p.347 by David Foster Wallace 1 year, 5 months ago

RICK: How do you know his age? That he's blond and virile, with a socio-economic background?

until this moment, I assumed that Rick had told Jay all about Andy, but here we learn there's something more sinister going on (i.e., it's probably all a big plot--ha-- controlled by Lenore Sr.)

—p.347 by David Foster Wallace 1 year, 5 months ago

(noun) a particular form of expression or a peculiarity of phrasing / (noun) a word or expression characteristic of a region, group, or cultural level / (noun) style of discourse; phraseology

350

In college, women were locutionally reduced to earth, or impediment. 'Have you blasted her?' 'Drill her yet?'

from a Fieldbinder story

—p.350 default author
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1 year, 5 months ago

In college, women were locutionally reduced to earth, or impediment. 'Have you blasted her?' 'Drill her yet?'

from a Fieldbinder story

—p.350 default author
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1 year, 5 months ago
350

Fieldbinder smiled coolly and speculatively stroked his own generous jaw, lingering over the deep cleft that somehow through physical processes obscure caught and reflected light in such a way as to blind anyone who tried to look directly into Fieldbinder's deep green eyes

_deep blue eyes, the color of cold crystal, with tiny fluffy white diamonds frozen in irises of ice.

_Fieldbinder grinned wryly. "The word has a music, in my opinion, is all."

amazingly like Dan Brown's writing. the best part is the hilariously negative portrayal of Dr. J, who hisses, bleats, lisps, and plays with himself covertly

—p.350 by David Foster Wallace 1 year, 5 months ago

Fieldbinder smiled coolly and speculatively stroked his own generous jaw, lingering over the deep cleft that somehow through physical processes obscure caught and reflected light in such a way as to blind anyone who tried to look directly into Fieldbinder's deep green eyes

_deep blue eyes, the color of cold crystal, with tiny fluffy white diamonds frozen in irises of ice.

_Fieldbinder grinned wryly. "The word has a music, in my opinion, is all."

amazingly like Dan Brown's writing. the best part is the hilariously negative portrayal of Dr. J, who hisses, bleats, lisps, and plays with himself covertly

—p.350 by David Foster Wallace 1 year, 5 months ago