>And when he came back to, he was flat on his back on the beach in the freezing sand, and it was raining out of a low sky, and the tide was way out.

What, now that the dust has ceased to be blown hither and thither by perturbations in the air, did he mean by this?

>>21961196 (OP)

Kill yourself loser.

You're lucky that I'm feeling resilient or this post may have deeply wounded me and then you would have to live with the knowledge that you had injured your fellow man

If you livestreamed your suicide I would literally throw a party and laugh at your death, bitch

You cant hurt my feelings.

Nobody cares about you or your feelings anyways. You'll eventually kill yourself.

Incorrect on both counts

thank you for your service

Gately's addictions were cured: "the tide was way out" - the amniotic sea of sensuality has receded

I’m around page 80 and I’m really in between

>this is pretty good and interesting 

And 

>I do not fully understand this passage I’ve now read 4 times perhaps I’m getting filtered

Is it worth it to keep going? Also annoyed how perspective keeps changing when I’m getting into a scene

Do any of you read Wallace' early fiction? What is his equivalent of Joyce' 'Portrait'?

i'm on ~750 and feel it's anti-plot book because it jumps between characters and years plus modern/post-modern style of writing; treat it as lore dump of a universe that some guy came up with by projecting his addictions and hobbies on 90s america, if you don't like it until ~300 page, then you might drop it

Hmm this is actually a good post. With that in mind, all of the imagery fits together.

I like your statement

why does this book trigger so many people? it's just good silly fun.

fuck off, Jason, we all hate you

If you keep going eventually you get used to the writing style. This is generally true for most difficult books. Just take it slowly and google every word/phrase/acronym for which you are not 100% sure of the definition, even if you know you know what the word means.

>>21961196 (OP)

So what exactly IS the joke the title is rambling on about and why is it so endless?

That's not at all what he meant by that

It's related to a line in Hamlet

Hamlet...THE one and only melancholy dane?

This is gonna be a really faggy post but there’s few reading experiences in my life that can compare to me being a pretentious high schooler having gotten through the book for the first time, reaching that last line (itself a poetic and beautiful one in an entirely darkly poetic epilogue), which nonetheless doesn’t resolve anything in the plot, and the feeling of simultaneous awe, melancholy, and a strange sense of completion and fulfillment despite the non-ending.
