Wine Sketch and Pynchon

My first pencil sketch of 2017 makes me want to re-read The Crying of Lot 49.

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He poured her more dandelion wine. “It’s clearer now,” he said, rather formal. “A few months ago it got quite cloudy. You see, in spring, when the dandelions begin to bloom again, the wine goes through a fermentation. As if they remembered.”
No, thought Oedipa, sad. As if their home cemetery in some way still did exist, in a land where you could somehow walk, and not need the East San Nar-ciso Freeway, and bones still could rest in peace, nourishing ghosts of dandelions, no one to plow them up. As if the dead really do persist, even in a bottle of wine.

(Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49)

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