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No joy, no real surrender. Only the demands of the Operation. Each of us has his place, and the tenants come and go, but the places remain. . . .
It wasn't always so. In the trenches of the First World War, English men came to love one another decently, without shame or make-believe, under the easy likelihoods of their sudden deaths, and to find in the faces of other young men evidence of otherworldly visits, some poor hope that may have helped redeem even mud, shit, the decaying pieces of human meat. ... It was the end of the world, it was total revolution (though not quite in the way Walter Rathenau had announced): every day thousands of the aristocracy new and old, still haloed in their ideas of right and wrong, went to the loud guillotine of Flanders, run day in and out, on and on, by no visible hands, certainly not those of the people—an English class was being decimated, the ones who'd volunteered were dying for those who'd known something and hadn't, and despite it all, despite knowing, some of them, of the betrayal, while Europe died meanly in its own wastes, men loved. But the life-cry of that love has long since hissed away into no more than this idle and bitchy faggotry. In this latest War, death was no enemy, but a collaborator. Homosexuality in high places is just a carnal afterthought now, and the real and only fucking is done on paper. ...
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Грандиозный постмодернистский эпос, величайший антивоенный роман, злейшая сатира, трагедия, фарс, психоделический вояж энциклопедиста, бежавшего из бурлескной комедии в преисподнюю Европы времен Второй мировой войны, — на «Радугу тяготения» Томаса Пинчона можно навесить сколько угодно ярлыков, и ни один не прояснит, что такое этот роман на самом деле. Для второй половины XX века он стал тем же, чем первые полвека был «Улисс» Джеймса Джойса. Вот уже четыре десятилетия читатели разбирают «Радугу...