Wasn’t there a surplus in life of the boring, the repetitive, the mediocre, and the tame? Shouldn’t she be glad, grateful for this intrusion of the unexpected and unexplained?

I was the all-American face. You name it, honey - American Dairy Milk, Metropolitan Life insurance, McDonald&#39;s, Burger King. The Face That Didn&#39;t Matter - that&#39;s what I called my face.

I don&#39;t know if I want to be a big star though.

People who dress up in bizarre costumes have a savoir-vivre - not to mention the sort of personality disorder - that he admires.

Written By Thomas Pynchon

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