![]() Beneath the notice, faintly in pencil, was a symbol she’d never seen before, a loop, triangle and trapezoid, thus: ![]() Get in touch with Kirby, through WASTE only. “Interested in sophisticated fun? You, hubby, girl friends. On the latrine wall, among lipsticked obscenities, she noticed the following message, neatly indited in engineering lettering: “Be back,” Oedipa shrugged, heading for the ladies’ room. “Maybe a late shift?” But Metzger only frowned. “Some inter-office mail run,” Oedipa said. ![]() Metzger had taken out a pair of glasses and was squinting through them at the kid on the bar. Fallopian excused himself and joined the others. The fat kid, looking harassed, climbed up on the bar and started calling names and throwing envelopes into the crowd. Sure enough, it was, just like in the army. A great shout went up near the doorway, bodies flowed toward a fattish pale young man who’d appeared carrying a leather mailsack over his shoulder. ![]()
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