Deutschesüdwestafrikaner in Love.

I know what you want,
Princess of coquettes:
Deviations, fantasies and secret amulets.

Only try to go
Futher than you've gone
If you never want to live and see another dawn.

Seventeen is cruel,
Yet at forty-two,
Purgatory fires burn no livelier than you.

So, come away from him,
Take my hand instead,
Let the dead get to the task of burying their dead;
Througt thar hidden door again,
Bravo for '04 again; I'm a
Deutschsüdwestafrikaner in love.

(Amamos las canciones de Pynchon. Como esta letra de amor fou que resuena en el desierto del Kalahari de Mondaugen y de V.)