“…while up in the glare, poised between the worlds, stands a visitor – say, a famous touring actor from far away, who will perform not in English but in a strange tongue unknown to his audience, yet who for all that keeps each of them transfixed, mesmerized, unable to remove his gaze even to glance sidewise at his neighbor.”
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Isn’t this the way we feel about Pynchon as well?
