Randolph Driblette Quotes in The Crying of Lot 49
He that we last as Thurn and Taxis knew
Now recks no lord but the stiletto’s Thorn,
And Tacit lies the gold once-knotted horn.
No hallowed skein of stars can ward, I trow,
Who’s once been set his tryst with Trystero.
“You came to talk about the play,” he said. “Let me discourage you. It was written to entertain people. Like horror movies. It isn’t literature, it doesn’t mean anything. Wharfinger was no Shakespeare.”
“Who was he?” she said.
“Who was Shakespeare. It was a long time ago.”
Under the symbols she’d copied off the latrine wall of The Scope into her memo book, she wrote Shall I project a world?
Randolph Driblette Quotes in The Crying of Lot 49
He that we last as Thurn and Taxis knew
Now recks no lord but the stiletto’s Thorn,
And Tacit lies the gold once-knotted horn.
No hallowed skein of stars can ward, I trow,
Who’s once been set his tryst with Trystero.
“You came to talk about the play,” he said. “Let me discourage you. It was written to entertain people. Like horror movies. It isn’t literature, it doesn’t mean anything. Wharfinger was no Shakespeare.”
“Who was he?” she said.
“Who was Shakespeare. It was a long time ago.”
Under the symbols she’d copied off the latrine wall of The Scope into her memo book, she wrote Shall I project a world?