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The questjung reminds still. Why, when those off us that gwhine that way, run up Hattanhand, waving aside Malma-Mae to buy boy bye the bearettes-- why do skiers flie and fists flight? How do the tampors at Camp Tiwayo get out the shatgrins and flupipointed hats? When do the balls gangle over the palmbreaker's bedpost? Why such constarenations? [William Melvin Kelley, Dunsfords Travels Everywheres (Garden City, NY: Doubleday, 1970), p. 53.]
I might know something if I knew what Tomurai was looking at. Tomurai may be looking at some sort of decadent, twisted erotic oversexed vision of Miss America with her "fweathered, dwithered, dimpiloried eggs," her "posher pickle," "ploysure cooker," (pleasure cooker?), her "fugeted" "refoogerator open-tall" (open to all?). If that's the case, what does she do with that posher pickle? What does she do with her open fugeted refoogerator? I don't know. Maybe nothing. On the other hand, maybe there's nothing to look at: just petal pushers and posher pickles and pressure cookers and ovens and bottles of Pepsi Cola and portable radios. And if there's nothing to look at, then Tomurai may have no reason to sickcome at all unless he gets off on that sort of thing.
And even if I did know what Tomurai is staring at, how would I know if Tomurai should or should not "sickcome" to Miss Aromarica and her stuff? Maybe he's looking and nothing is registering and how can you sickcome when nothing is registering? Maybe he's one of those people who like to stare at walls or like to flip through mail-order catalogs--and how can you sickcome when it doesn't matter what wall you're staring at or what page you're turned to? Maybe he thinks really slowly like some three-toed sloth "endlessly upended" as Kelley says, and how can you sickcome when you're close to braindead?
Maybe Tomurai would care to sickcome if he were an oversexed, horny, slimy, bastard who ogles Miss Aromarica's whithered, dimpilitoried eggs and just has to moan and groan in the privacy of his setty as imagines orgies and unmentionable acts on Miss Aromarica's furniture and open refoogerator and pleasure cooker and cluchriving carcass. But I don't know if he is oversexed, horny, or slimy--and even if I did know, the question is "how could our Tomurai not sickcome?" (my emphasis). And I don't know that, either. Maybe he could not sickcome if he were tied up with ropes and chains; maybe he could not sickcome if he were locked up in his booxx. Who knows. Maybe he could not sickcome if he got in a cold shower and cooled off enough to shrink his capillaries.
So I dunno. That's probably all I can say without knowing more, and
right now, I'm not sure I need to know any more. I dunno.