Christmas In Pynchon

[ricepeste]

"Christmas bugs. They were deep in the straw of the manger of Bethlehem, they stumbled, climbed, fell glistening red among a golden lattice of straw that must have seemed to extend miles upward and downward - an edible tenement-world, now and then gnarled through to disrupt some mysterious sheaf of vectors that would send neighbor bugs tumbling ass-over-antennae down past you as you held on with all legs in the constant tremble of golden stalks" ... "The crying of the infant reached you, perhaps, as bursts of energy from the invisible distance, nearly unsensed, often ignored. Your savior, you see ..." -- Gravity's Rainbow

( & tdaschel, give me your advice on that one again: the signif. of the colors... so far, 'mauve' ).