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[...] Am invited by Rex Metalman to a cotillion for his daughter, Melinda Susan Metalman. (Was it a real cotillion? Why can't I remember?) Am invited by Rex Metalman to some Puberty-Rite function for his daughter.
Rick's POV
But dancing was of course out of the question, and this girl in the throes of Rite of course either danced or installed herself in a social orbit around the hors d'oeuvre bar, and I will never ever again approach a female at a hors d'oeuvre bar.
see note 580
"[...] Even when it got real cool out on the porch of the place she'd wait, it turned out. She just kept looking at my Daddy like she didn't see what the problem was, this was just her life now, here, didn't we know it? While all the while we just stood around feeling terrible. [...]"
Andrew Lang on his grandmother waiting on the porch of the nursing home every single day. the most depressing image
[...] there was nothing the pathetic, paralyzed, helpless dentist could do about it; he was as inefficacious as he was inadequate."
"Jesus, Rick, what is this?"
"I promise we'll be able to relate to it. Let's just bear with. [...] she begins to offer less and less resistance to the malevolent blond psychologist's frequent and oafish sexual advances, many of them made right there in the dentist's hospital room, while the dentist lies right there, helpless and insensate."
"Blond? A blond psychologist?"
"Affirmative."
"Why is this story beginning to give me the creeps?"
"It means you're beginning to relate. You're being intuitive about it."
Fieldbinder grinned coolly, then wryly.
metafiction comedy gold
"[...] stays shacked up in the malevolent blond psychologist's apartment, rutting, and also watching gymnastics on television, the symbolism of which doesn't escape the reader, rest assured."
the gymnastics line is stolen from a conversation Rick had with Mindy earlier lol so good
"Lenore, we will shrink into husks together. We will bleed in the sky. See it?"
[...]
"We'll be joined in the light of the sky, Lenore. See the light of the sky? The dawn and sunset will be fed from our veins. We'll be spread all over. We'll be everything. We'll be gigantic."
when Rick and Lenore are handcuffed together in the desert. The best part is that the handcuffs are from Bambi's Den of Discipline
UGOLINO THE SIGNIFICANT: Has the little turd learned his lines yet?
REVEREND SYKES: Friends let us all pause here and listen together and reflect on the implications of such a revelation. That's right . . .
during a live broadcast of The Partners with God Club
Antidepressants were prescribed for me by a very nice doctor named Dr. Kablumbus at a hospital to which I was sent ever so briefly following a really highly ridiculous incident involving electrical appliances in the bathtub about which I really don't wish to say a whole lot. [...]
[...] And yet whenever I'd look in the mirror. there it would be, and I could always feel the heat of the blood on my cheek, and when I'd feel with my hand my fingers would sink in there really deep into what felt like hot gelatin with bones and ropes and stuff in it. And it seemed like everyone was always looking at it. They'd seem to stare at me really funny, and I'd think "Oh God. I'm really making them sick, they see it. I've got to hide, get me out of here." But they were probably only staring because I looked all scared and in pain and kept my hand to my face and was staggering like I was drunk all over the place all the time. But at the time, it seemed so real. Weird. weird. weird. [...]
the weird, weird weird part kills me