Infinite Jest - Part 30
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'We sort of wondered what all the ruckus was down there at the 14's end.'

'Thorp tells that training the ear is a process of time, in encouragement.'

'Well, later, Id.'

'Stop. Wait before leaving. Please conduct me to a lavatory. Ted Schacht? Are you as yet there?'

'Are you as yet there? I very -'

'Whuffff watch where you're going kid for Christ's sake.' watch where you're going kid for Christ's sake.'

'Who is this please.'

'Troeltsch, James L., slightly doubled over.'

'It is I, Idris Arslanian, wearing a rayon handkerchief as a blindfold over my features. I am disoriented and wishing badly for a lavatory. Wondering also what is ensuing inside the weight room, where Schacht alleges you are all watching Doucette weep in clinical depression.'

'Kertwannnggg! Just kidding, Ars. It's really Mike Pemulis.' Just kidding, Ars. It's really Mike Pemulis.'

'Then you, Mike Pemulis, may even now be questioning why is this blindfold upon Idris Arslanian.'

'What blindfold? Ars, no, you're wearing a f.u.c.king blindfold too?'

'You, Mike Pemulis, are also wearing a blindfold?'

'Just kertw.a.n.ging on you, brother.'

'I became disoriented on a stairway, then conversed with Ted Schacht. I am suspecting I do not trust your sense of laughter enough to conduct me back upstairs.'

'You should feel your way in and just for one second see the amount of high-stress sweat Lyle's taking off Anton (''The Booger'') Doucette in there, Ars.'

'Doucette is the two-hand player whose mole appears to be material from a nostril, clinically depressing Doucette at its appearance.'

'Rog on the mole. Except that's not what's depressing the Booger this time. This one we decided we'd describe him as more like anxiously depressed than depressed.'

'One can be depressed of different types?'

'Boy are you young, Ars. The Booger's got himself convinced he's going to get the academic Boot. He's been on proby this whole year, since apparently some trouble last year with Thorp's cubular trig -'

'I am sympathizing with this in toto.'

'- and but except now he claims he's close to flunking in Watson's laughable Energy survey cla.s.s, which would obviously mean the old Boot at term's end, if he really does flunk. He's thought himself into a brainlock of anxiety. He's in there clutching his skull with Lyle and Mario, and some of the like less kind guys in there have a pool going on whether Lyle can pull him back from the brink.'

'Texas Watson the prorector, teaching of energy in models of resource-scarcity and resource-plenty.'

'Ars, I'm nodding in confirmation. Fossil fuels all the way up to annular fusion/fission cycles, DT-lithiumization, so on and so forth. All on a real superficial-type level, since Watson's basically got like a little liquid-filled nubbin at the top of his spine where his brain ought to be.'

'Texas Watson does not overwhelm with brightness, it is true.'

'But Doucette's got himself convinced he's got this insurmagulate conceptual block that keeps him from grasping annulation, even superficially.'

'After we converse you will conduct me to micturate, please.'

'It's the same sort of block some people get with the Mean-Value Theorem. Or in Optics when we get to color fields. At a certain level of abstraction it's like the brain recoils.'

'Causing pain of impact within the skull, resulting in clutching the head.'

'Watson's gone the extra click with him. Watson's good-hearted if nothing else. He's tried flash-cards, mnemonic rhymes, even claymation filmstrips from over at Rindge-Latin Remedial.'

'You are saying without avail.'

'I'm saying apparently the Boogster just sits there in cla.s.s, eyes bugging out, stomach in f.u.c.king knots, dope-slapped by anxiety. I'm saying frozen.'

'You are saying recoiling.'

'The right side of his face frozen in this anxiety-tic. Envisioning any possible tennis career as with these little wings on it, flying off. Talking all kinds of crazy self-injuring anxious-depression talk. It all started with him and Mario and me in the sauna, him breaking down, me and Mario trying to talk him out of the crazy washed-up-at-fifteen-type depressed talk, Mario exploiting a previous like therapeutic bond with the kid from about the mole, then with me putting DT-annulation in broad-stroke terms a freaking invertebrate invertebrate could have understood for Christ's sake. Just about pa.s.sing out from the sauna all through this. Finally taking him in to Lyle even with the 18's still doing circuits in there. Lyle's working with the Booger now. Between the anxiety and the marathon sauna-time it's a real feeding frenzy for old Lyle let me tell you.' could have understood for Christ's sake. Just about pa.s.sing out from the sauna all through this. Finally taking him in to Lyle even with the 18's still doing circuits in there. Lyle's working with the Booger now. Between the anxiety and the marathon sauna-time it's a real feeding frenzy for old Lyle let me tell you.'

'I too confess experiences of anxiety for annulation with Tex Watson, though I am Trivially thirteen and not yet required to grapple in hard science.'

'Mario in the sauna kept telling Doucette to just imagine somebody doing somersaults with one hand nailed to the ground, which what the f.u.c.k is that, and lo and surprise didn't help the Booger a whole lot.'

'Did not part the veil of Maya.'

'Didn't do jack.'

'Annular energy cycles are intensively abstract, my home nation believes.'

'But my whole message to Boog was that DT-cycles aren't all that f.u.c.king hard if you don't paralyze your brain with career-with-wings brain-cartoons. The extra-hot breedering and lithiumization stuff gets hairy, but the whole fusion/fission waste-annulation thing in toto you can imagine as nothing but a huge right triangle.'

'You are presaging to give the thumbnail lecture.'

'Commit this one simple model to your little Pakistani RAM-cells, and you'll tapdance right through Watson's kiddie-physics and up into Optics, which is where the abstracto-conceptual fur really flies, kid, let me tell you.'

'I am one of the seldom of my home nation whose talents are weak in science, unhappily.'

'This is why G.o.d also gave you quick hands and a wicked lob off the backhand, though. Just picture a kind of ma.s.sive pseudocartographic right triangle. 237 237 You've got your central, impregnately-guarded O.N.A.N.- Sun-strand waste-intensive fusion facility up in what used to be Montpelier in what used to be Vermont, in the Concavity. From Montpelier the process's waste's piped to two sites, one of which is that blue glow at night up by the Methuen Fan-Complex, just south of the Concavity, right flush up against the Wall and Checkpoint Pongo -' You've got your central, impregnately-guarded O.N.A.N.- Sun-strand waste-intensive fusion facility up in what used to be Montpelier in what used to be Vermont, in the Concavity. From Montpelier the process's waste's piped to two sites, one of which is that blue glow at night up by the Methuen Fan-Complex, just south of the Concavity, right flush up against the Wall and Checkpoint Pongo -'

'Which our tall and sleep-depriving fans in our area point at to blow away from the south.'

'- Roger that, where the toxo-fusion's waste's plutonium fluoride's refined into plutonium-239 and uranium-238 and fissioned in a standard if somewhat hot and risky breeder-system, much of the output of which is waste U-239, which gets piped or catapulted or long-shiny-trucked way up to what used to be Loring A.F.B. - Air Force Base near what used to be Presque Isle Maine - where it's allowed to decay naturally into neptunium-239 and then plutonium-239 and then added to the UF4 fractional waste also piped up from Montpelier, then fissioned in a purposely ugly way in such a way as to create like h.e.l.lacious amounts of highly poisonous radioactive wastes, which are mixed with heavy water and specially heated-zirconium-piped through special heavily guarded heated zirconium pipes back down to Montpelier as raw materiel for the ma.s.sive poisons needed for toxic lithiumization and waste-intenseness and annular fusion.' fractional waste also piped up from Montpelier, then fissioned in a purposely ugly way in such a way as to create like h.e.l.lacious amounts of highly poisonous radioactive wastes, which are mixed with heavy water and specially heated-zirconium-piped through special heavily guarded heated zirconium pipes back down to Montpelier as raw materiel for the ma.s.sive poisons needed for toxic lithiumization and waste-intenseness and annular fusion.'

'My head is spinning on its axis.'

'Just a moving right-triangular cycle of interdependence and waste-creation and -utilization. See? And when are we going to get you out on the old Eschaton map for a little geopolitical sparring, Ars, what with those hands and wicked lob? Incidentally, the arrhythmic meaty whacking sound is Booger hitting himself in the thigh and chest in there, which self-abuse is a textbook symptom of an anxiously depressed episode.'

'With this I can create sympathy. For, confusingly to me, fusion produces no waste. This we are taught in the science of my home nation. This is the very essence of the promise of the attraction of fusion for a densely populous and waste-impacted nation such as mine, we are taught fusion to be self-sufficient and wasteless perpetuation. Alas, my need to visit the lavatory is becoming distended.'

'But except no, although this was the very roadblock that'd stymified annulation, and what had to be overcome, and was overcome, though in a way so unintuitive and abstracto-conceptual that this is where your Third World educational system's real sadly in need of like a ma.s.sive up-to-date-textbook airlift or something. It's also at just this point in the fusion-wastelessness problem where our own glorious optical Founder, Inc's ex-Da, Mrs. Inc's poor cuc -'

'I know who you refer.'

'The man himself, at just this point, makes his final lasting contribution to state science after he quit designing neutron-diffusion reflectors for Defense. You've seen the coprolite placque in Tavis's office. This is from the A.E.C., for the Incster's Da's, like, lasting contribution to the energy of waste.'

'The purpose for which I was upon the stairs and became disoriented was to visit a lavatory. This was long ago.'

'Hold your water one second is all this'll take. You wouldn't even f.u.c.king be be here without Inc's Da, you know. What the guy did was he helped design these special holographic conversions so the team that worked on annulation could study the behavior of subatomics in highly poisonous environments. Without getting poisoned themselves.' here without Inc's Da, you know. What the guy did was he helped design these special holographic conversions so the team that worked on annulation could study the behavior of subatomics in highly poisonous environments. Without getting poisoned themselves.'

'They thus are studying holographic conversions of the poisons instead of the poisons.'

'Men's Sanity in Corporate Sterno, Ars. Like an optical glove-box. The ultimate prophylactic.'

'Please conduct me.'

'Like but for instance did your nation know that the whole annular theory behind a type of fusion that can produce waste that's fuel for a process whose waste is fuel for the fusion: the whole theory behind the physics of it comes out of medicine?'

'This means what? A bottle of medicine?'

'The study of medicine, Ars. Your part of the world takes annular medicine for granted now, but the whole idea of treating cancer by giving the cancer cells themselves cancer was anathematic just a couple decades back.'

'Anathematic?'

'As in like radical, fringe. Wacko. Laughed out of town on a rail by quote mainstream established science. Whose idea of treatment was to like poison the whole body and see what was left. Though annular chemotherapy did start out kind of wacko. You can see these early microphotos Schacht's got that poster of that he won't take down even after you're sick of it, the early microphotos of cancer cells getting force-fed microma.s.sive quant.i.ties of overdone beef and diet soda, forced to chain-smoke microsized Marlboros near tiny little cellular phones -' 238 238 'I am standing first upon one foot then upon another foot.'

'- except and corollarying out of the micromedical model was this equally radical idea that maybe you could achieve a high-waste annulating fusion by bombarding highly toxic radioactive particles with ma.s.sive doses of stuff even more toxic than the radioactive particles. A fusion that feeds on poisons and produces relatively stable plutonium fluoride and uranium tetrafluoride. All you turn out to need is access to mind-staggering volumes of toxic material.'

'Therefore placing the natural fusion site in the Great Concavity.'

'Roger and Jawohl. Jawohl. Here things get abstractly furry and I'll just skim through the fact that the only kertw.a.n.g in the whole process environmentally is that the resultant fusion turns out so greedily efficient that it sucks every last toxin and poison out of the surrounding ecosystem, all inhibitors to organic growth for hundreds of radial clicks in every direction.' Here things get abstractly furry and I'll just skim through the fact that the only kertw.a.n.g in the whole process environmentally is that the resultant fusion turns out so greedily efficient that it sucks every last toxin and poison out of the surrounding ecosystem, all inhibitors to organic growth for hundreds of radial clicks in every direction.'

'Hence the eastern Concavity of anxiety and myth.'

'You end up with a surrounding environment so fertilely lush it's practically unlivable.'

'A rain forest on sterebolic anoids.'

'Close enough.'

'Therefore rapacial feral hamsters and insects of Volkswagen size and infantile giganticism and the unmacheteable regions of forests of the mythic eastern Concavity.'

'Yes Ars and you find you need to keep steadily dumping in toxins to keep the uninhibited ecosystem from spreading and overrunning more ecologically stable areas, exhausting the atmosphere's poisons so that everything hyperventilates. And thus and such. So this is why E.W.D.'s major catapulting is from the metro area due north.'

'Into the eastern Concavity, keeping it at bay.'

'See how it all comes together?'

'Mr. Thorp will evince keen disappointment if I resort to remove my blindfold to locate a lavatory.'

'Ars, I hear you. I hear fine. You don't need to go on and on. The thing to keep in mind for if you have to take Watson is the cyclic effects of the waste-delivery and fusion. Major catapulting is on what days?'

'The dates which are in each month prime numbers, until midnight.'

'Which eradicates the overgrowth until the toxins are fused and utilized. The satellite scenario is that the eastern part of Grid 3 goes from overgrown to wasteland to overgrown several times a month. With the first week of the month being especially barren and the last week being like nothing on earth.'

'As if time itself were vastly sped up. As if nature itself had desperately to visit the lavatory.'

'Accelerated phenomena, which is actually equivalent to an incredible slowing down slowing down of time. The mnemonic rhyme Watson tried to get the Boog to remember here is "Wasteland to lush: time's in no rush." ' of time. The mnemonic rhyme Watson tried to get the Boog to remember here is "Wasteland to lush: time's in no rush." '

'Decelerated time, I have got you.'

'And this is what the Boog's saying is eating him alive the worst, conceptually. He says he's toast if he can't wrap his head around the concept of time in flux, conceptually. It jacklights him for the whole annular model overall. Granted, it's abstract. But you should see him. One half of the face is like spasming around while the half with the mole just like hangs there staring like a bunny you're about to run over. Lyle's trying to walk him real slowly through the most basic kiddie-physical principles of the relativity of time in extreme organic environments. In between Booger's trips back to the sauna. The irony for the Boogerman is you don't really even have to know that much about the temporal-flux stuff, since Watson's forehead gets all mottled and pruny-looking when he thinks about it himself.'

'Do not please necessitate begging from me, Idris Arslanian.'

'The eastern Concavity of course being a whole different kettle of colored horses from what Inc calls the barren Eliotical wastes of the western Concavity, let me tell you.'

'I will let you tell me anything as long as it is told to me over the porcelain of a lavatory.'

'Interesting step you're doing there, Id, I have to say.'

'I beg without frequency. My home culture views begging as low-caste.'

'Hmm. Ars, I'm standing here thinking we could work something out, maybe.'

'I commit no illegal or degrading acts. But I will, if forced, beg.'

'Forget that. I'm just thinking. You're Muslimic, isn't that right?'

'Devoutly. I pray five times daily in the prescribed fashion. I eschew representational art and carnality in all its four-thousand-four-hundred-and-four forms and guises.'

'Body a temple and suchlike?

'I eschew. Neither stimulants nor depressing compounds pa.s.s my lips, as is prescribed in the holy teachings of my faith.'

'I'm wondering if you had any specific plans for this urine you're so anxious to get rid of, Ars, then.'

'I am not following.'

'What say we hash it all out over some porcelain, then, brother.'

'Mike Pemulis, you are in motion a prince and in repose a sage.'

'Brother, it'll be a cold day in a warm climate when this kid right here's in repose.'

It was strange upon strange; it was almost as if the legless and pathologically shy punting-groupies were somehow afraid of Moment Moment's Junoesque Ms. Steeply - Orin had seen his last wheelchair the day before she came up, and now (he realized, driving) it was only hours after she'd left that they were now back, with their shy ruses. The Excitement-Hope-Acquisition-Contempt cycle of seduction always left Orin stunned and wrung out and not at his quickest on the uptake. It was only after he'd cleaned up and dressed and exchanged the standard compliments and a.s.surances, taken the elevator's gla.s.s pod down the tall hotel's round gla.s.s core into the lobby, gone out through the pressurized revolving door into the scalp-crackling gust of Phoenix heat, waited for the car's directional AC to render the steering wheel touchable, and then injected himself into the teeming arteries of Rt. 85 and Bell Rd. west, back out toward Sun City, ruminating as he drove, that it kertw.a.n.ged on him that the handicapped man at the hotel room's door had had a wheelchair, that it was the first wheelchair he'd seen since Hal'd hit him with his theory, and that the legless surveyer had had (stranger) the same Swiss accent as the hand-model.

En route, R. Lenz's mouth writhes and he scratches at the little rhynophemic rash and sniffs terribly and complains of terrible late-autumn leaf-mold allergies, forgetting that Bruce Green knows all too well what c.o.ke-hydrolysis's symptoms are from having done so many lines himself, back when life with M. Bonk was one big party.