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Page 26 - Inherent Vice - Thomas Pynchon

“My old street gang. Artesia Crips. When I got out of Chino I went looking for some of them and found it ain’t just them gone, but the turf itself.” 7 more words

Page 25 - Inherent Vice - Thomas Pynchon

“Because this Wolfmann is surrounded day and night with some Aryan Brotherhood army, and outside of Glen I have never enjoyed cordial relations with those Nazi-ass motherfuckers.”

Page 24 - Inherent Vice - Thomas Pynchon

“Okay, so there’s this guy I was in the joint with. White guy. Aryan Bro, as a matter of fact. We did some business, now we’re both out, he still owes me. 22 more words

Page 23 - Inherent Vice - Thomas Pynchon

In Doc’s office were a pair of high-backed banquettes covered in padded fuchsia plastic, facing each other across a Formica table in a pleasant tropical green. 17 more words

Page 22 - Inherent Vice - Thomas Pynchon

Potential clients had been known to spend hours gazing at the ocular mazework, often forgetting what they’d come here for.

Page 21 - Inherent Vice - Thomas Pynchon

. . . holding a clipboard and checking them in, stood Petunia Leeway, a stunner in a starched cap and micro-length medical outfit, not so much an actual nurse uniform as a lascivious commentary on one, which Dr. 13 more words

Page 20 - Inherent Vice - Thomas Pynchon

He stumbled up the hill to Wavos and had breakfast with the hard-core surfers who were always there. Flaco the Bad came over.