Date: 1997
"Forgive me, Friend, I've again presum'd our Minds running before the same Wind."
preview | full record— Pynchon, Thomas (b. 1937)
Date: 1997
"Nor might any left behind on the ground see her again,-- would they?-- passing above in the Sky, the sleeves of her garment now catching light like wings...her mind no more than that of a Kite, the Wind blowing through..."
preview | full record— Pynchon, Thomas (b. 1937)