The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon

There also appeared a number of girls’ faces, gazing through armpits and around angles of knees. “That’s kinky,” said one of the girls.
“Are you from London?” another wanted to know: “Is that a London thing you’re doing?” Hair spray hung like fog, glass twinkled all over the floor.

April 26th, 2007 | Books, Science Fiction

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