Inherent Vice

CONGRATULATIONS, HIPPIE SCUM

People like you lose all claim to respect the first time they pay anybody rent.”

and he understood for a second and a half that he belonged to a single and ancient martial tradition in which resisting authority, subduing hired guns, defending your old lady’s honor all amounted to the same thing.

a logbook, a sign not so much of professionalism as of Doper’s Memory.

and here was Doc, on the natch, caught in a low-level bummer he couldn’t find a way out of, about how the Psychedelic Sixties, this little parenthesis of light, might close after all, and all be lost, taken back into darkness...how a certain hand might reach terribly out of darkness and reclaim the time, easy as taking a joint from a doper and stubbing it out for good.