Showing posts with label Infinite Jest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Infinite Jest. Show all posts

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Bits from Infinite Jest #3



He had to put an audio message on his answering device saying that starting that afternoon he was going to be unreachable for several days. He had to clean his bedroom, because once he had dope he would not leave his bedroom except to go to the refrigerator and the bathroom, and even then the trips would be very quick. He had to throw out all his beer and liquor, because if he drank alcohol and smoked dope at the same time he would get dizzy and ill, and if he had alcohol in the house he could not be releid on not to drink it once he started smoking dope.

David Foster Wallace

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Bits from Infinite Jest #2


The insect on the shelf was back. It didn't semm to do anything. It just came out of the hole in the girder onto the edge of the steel shelf and sat there. After a while it would disappear back into the hole in the girder, and he was pretty sure it didn't do anything in there either. He felt similar to the insect inside the girder his shelf was connected to, but was not sure how he was similar.

David Foster Wallace

Monday, October 12, 2009

Bits from Infinite Jest #1


You have to love old-fashioned men's rooms: the circus scent of deodorant disks in the long porcelain trough; the stalls with wooden doors in frames of cool marble; these thin sinks in rows, basins supported by rickety alphabets of exposed plumbing; mirrors over metal shelves; behind all the voices the slight sound of a ceaseless trickle, inflated by echo against wet porcelain and a cold tile floor whose mosaic pattern looks almost Islamic at this close range.

David Foster Wallace