Thomas Pynchon

his tribe believed long ago that each sunset is a battle.

"The light came from above and below at the same time, so that everyone had two shadows: Cain's and Abel's, Gerhardt told us. It was at the height of his symbolist period. Later on he began to use more natural light, to shoot more on location."

that's bleak and bruise-purple as Peenemunde sunsets in the chill slow firing-weather…

Dancing the bad dream a-way…

"I'm here to help you see clearly. If you have doubts, we should air them, honestly, man to man. No reprisals. Hell, don't you think I've had doubts? Even Stalin's had them. We all have."

On certain days the wind brings aspirin-dust from the Bayer factory.

The people inhale it, and grow more tranquil.