Mason bleakly exhales. "No Hell, then?" "Not inside the Earth, anyway." "Nor any . . . Single Administrator of Evil." "They did introduce me to some Functionary,- no telling,- We chatted, others came in. They ask'd if I'd take off as much of my Clothing as I'd feel comfortable with,- I stepp'd out of my Shoes, left my Hat on . . . ? They walk'd 'round me in Circles, now and then poking at me . . . ? Nothing too intrusive." "Nothing you remember, anyway," Mason can't help putting in. "They peer'd into my Eyes and Ears, they look'd in my Mouth, they put me upon a Balance and weigh'd me. They conferr'd. 'Are you quite sure, now,' the Personage ask'd me at last, 'that you wish to bet ev'ry-thing upon the Body?- this Body?- moreover, to rely helplessly upon the Daily Harvest your Sensorium brings in,- keeping in mind that both will decline, the one in Health as the other in Variety, growing less and less trustworthy till at last they are no more?' Eeh. Well, what would thoo've said?" "So, did you- " "We left it in abeyance. Arriv'd back at the Observatory, it seem'd but minutes, this time, in Transit, I sought my Bible, which I let fall open, and read, in Job, 26:5 through 7, 'Dead things are formed from under the waters, and the inhabitants thereof. " 'Hell is naked before him, and destruction hath no covering. " 'He stretcheth out the north over the empty place, and hangeth the earth upon nothing.
( Thomas Pynchon )
[ Mason & Dixon ]
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