>Is that an albino whale? Hark Niggerman! I am going insane.Hack
The most important thing for a whythe reader to learn is how little third worlders and past peoples understand the world. How mystifying everyday life is for someone with sub 95 IQ. How strange and unexplainable some rare phenomena is except by providence or magic or superhuman reasons.There are no ideas of mechanical world and statistics, "unlikely but not impossible" does not exist for most people. Everything that's rare is mystical for most people It's why they even worship extremely attractive people.And they're right.
Well there’s one place where Shit ’n’ Shinola do come together, and that’s in the men’s toilet at the Roseland Ballroom, the place Slothrop departed from on his trip down the toilet, as revealed in the St. Veronica Papers (preserved, mysteriously, from that hospital’s great holocaust). Shit, now, is the color white folks are afraid of. Shit is the presence of death, not some abstract-arty character with a scythe but the stiff and rotting corpse itself inside the whiteman’s warm and private own asshole, which is getting pretty intimate. That’s what that white toilet’s for. You see many brown toilets? Nope, toilet’s the color of gravestones, classical columns of mausoleums, that white porcelain’s the very emblem of Odorless and Official Death. Shinola shoeshine polish happens to be the color of Shit. Shoeshine boy Malcolm’s in the toilet slappin’ on the Shinola, working off whiteman’s penance on his sin of being born the color of Shit ’n’ Shinola. It is nice to think that one Saturday night, one floor-shakingLindyhopping Roseland night, Malcolm looked up from some Harvard kid’s shoes and caught the eye of Jack Kennedy (the Ambassador’s son), then a senior. Nice to think that young Jack may have had one of them Immortal Lightbulbs then go on overhead—did Red suspend his ragpopping just the shadow of a beat, just enough gap in the moiré there to let white Jack see through, not through to but through through the shine on his classmate Tyrone Slothrop’s shoes? Were the three ever lined up that way—sitting, squatting, passing through? Eventually Jack and Malcolm both got murdered. Slothrop’s fate is not so clear. It may be that They have something different in mind for Slothrop.
>>25226449>How strange and unexplainable some rare phenomena is except by providence or magic or superhuman reasons.They shouldn’t have skipped the whale encyclopedia chapter.
