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Gravity's Rainbow
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:by: Thomas Pynchon
Excellent German Words
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These are some of my favorites from http://www.hyperarts.com/pynchon/gravity/extra/german.html
Weltschmerz
world-weariness
Leunahalluziationen
gasoline hallucination
Schweinheldfest
pig-hero festival
Purpurstoff
purple substance
Folgsamkeitfaktor
obedience factor
Versuchsanstalt
research institute, experimental station
Urstoff
primordial stuff
Kadavergehorsamkeit
corpse-like obedience, i.e., slavish obedience
Hinterhof
back-courtyard
Bohnenkaffee
pure coffee
Rocket Limericks
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*(These are interspersed on pages 305-335)*
| There once was a thing called a V-2
| To pilot which you did not need to-
| You just pushed a button,
| And it would leave nuttin'
| But stiffs and big holes and debris, too.
|
| <refrain:>
| Ja, ja, ja, ja!
| In Prussia they never eat pussy!
| There ain't hardly cates enough,
| There's garbage and that's enough,
| So waltz me around again, Russky!
|
| There was a young fellow named Crockett,
| Who had an affair with a rocket.
| If you saw them out there
| You'd be tempted to stare,
| But if you ain't tried it, don't knock it!
|
| There was a young fellow named Hector,
| Who was fond of a launcher-erector.
| But the squishes and pops
| Of acute pressure drops
| Wrecked Hector's hydraulic connector.
|
| There once was a fellow named Moorehead,
| Who had an affair with a warhead.
| His wife moved away
| The very next day-
| She *was* always kind of a sorehead.
|
| There was a technician named Urban,
| Who had an affair with a turbine.
| "It's much nicer," he said,
| "Than a woman in bed,
| And it's sure as hell cheaper than bourbon!"
|
| There once was a fellow named Slattery
| Who was fond of the course-gyro battery.
| With that 50-volt shock,
| What was left of his cock
| Was all slimy and sloppy and spattery.
|
| Ther was a young fellow named Pope,
| Who plugged into an *os*-cillo-*scope*.
| The cyclical trace
| Of their carnal embrace
| Had a damn nearly infinite slope.
|
| There was a young fellow named Yuri,
| Fucked the nozzle right up its venturi.
| He had woes without cease
| From his local police,
| And a hell of a time with the jury
|
| There was a young man named McGuire,
| Who was fond of the pitch amplifier.
| But a number of shorts
| Left him covered with warts,
| And set half the bedroom on fire.
|
| There once was a fellow named Ritter,
| Who slept with a guidance transmitter.
| It shriveled his cock,
| Which fell off in his sock,
| And made him exceedingly bitter.
|
| There once was a fellow named Schroeder,
| Who buggered the vane servomotor.
| He soon grew a prong
| On the end of his schlong,
| And hired himself a promoter.
|
| There was a young man from Decatur,
| Who slept with a LOX generator.
| His balls and his prick
| Froze solid read quick,
| And his asshole a little bit later.
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