Thomas Pynchon

that's bleak and bruise-purple as Peenemunde sunsets in the chill slow firing-weather…

Dancing the bad dream a-way…

"I'm here to help you see clearly. If you have doubts, we should air them, honestly, man to man. No reprisals. Hell, don't you think I've had doubts? Even Stalin's had them. We all have."

On certain days the wind brings aspirin-dust from the Bayer factory.

The people inhale it, and grow more tranquil.