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Infinite Jest outtakes

What didn’t make it into ‘Infinite Jest’ (via Forever DFW)

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Infinite Jest, page 160

Bodies bodies everywhere. A tennis ball is the ultimate body, kid. We’re coming to the crux of what I have to try to impart to you before we get out there and start actuating this fearsome potential of yours. Jim, … Continue reading

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Infinite Jest, page 159

know you know. I know you’ve looked at it before, many times. Now … now see it, Jim. See it as body. The dull-colored handle, the clockwise latch, the bits of bug trapped when the paint was wet and now … Continue reading

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Infinite Jest, page 158

roared by. Jim, she never intuited the gentle and cunning economy behind this man’s quote harsh sloppy unstudied approach to objects. The way he’d oh so clearly practiced a chair’s back-leg tilt over and over. The way he’d studied objects … Continue reading

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Infinite Jest, page 157

WINTER B.S. 1960 — TUCSON AZ Jim not that way Jim. That’s no way to treat a garage door, bending stiffly down at the waist and yanking at the handle so the door jerks up and out jerky and hard … Continue reading

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