Ill give you an example, Pychon writes: "Yet at least had believed in cars. maybe to excess: how could he not, seeing people poorer than him come in, Negro, Mexican, cracker, a parade seven days a week, bringing the most godawful of trade ins: motorized, metal extensions of themselves, of their families and what their whole lives must be like[...]"(5). I am sorry to tell you but it goes on, can you believe it? By the time I reached cracker my mind was thinking: "is it over yet?"
But i'll show you how my mind went on while reading with another fragment of this sentence: "or only of dust-and of those alive "oh I can't take it anymore" when the cars were swept out you had to look at the actual residue of their lives, and there was no way of telling what things had been truly refused "Were is the satire here?" should I take a 5 minute break?"(when so little he supposed came by that out of fear most of it had been taken and kept) and what had simply (perhaps tragically) "I did so bad on my Macbeth essay, oh wait I need to focus"[...] as the sentence went my mind went as well...
There must be a reason for which Pychon is writing like that, maybe he finds it amusing to distract people, or he sees it as a way of making fun of a type of writing, which I am not fond of, but still the story amused me, it took me to another place: quite aside from reality, but fun in a way, just like when you go to the movies and get so into the movie that you are taken to the same world it pictures, I had to refocus sometimes but when I focused the chapter was quite entertaining, just as it is entertaining to write with only commas.
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