The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

P is for Pulp #42


Mystery Adventure
(November, 1936)

7 comments :

Tempest said...

sssshhhhh Quiet Lucy!


I think I hear Fred and Rickie...

FRED!




What mask?

Kreisler said...

Seems to me the domino lady's double has done a good job in difficult circumstances. Not sure if she's got the same gun though.

Christopher said...

15 CENTS??..I could go to the pictures..or have Ham-n-Eggyweggs

Chris Rywalt said...

Because what's better than one woman investigator falling out of her dress? Why, two woman investigators falling out of their dresses!

mister muleboy said...

You know, those 'thirties cover girls sure knew how to dress.


Hubba Hubba

swac said...

Now there's a couple of pips.

MichaelRyerson said...

nipple power (literally and figuratively).