Is it ironic to have people who are, as it's put in the book, "damaged" in athletic settings? Perhaps it is, but what it really brings to mind is the work of David Lynch rather than the films of Wes Anderson. In particular, I'm reminded of the squirrel-cheeked dancing girl from Eraserhead.
Maybe that's what Hal and Pemulis and Axford will see when they drop the DMZ that was the last section's focus. Other details about the academy's tournaments and the students' ranks were given, but it was all in the service of Pemulis' figuring out when the three could conceivably try this allegedly super potent substance.
So it goes with Infinite Jest, as the slog continues and things relevant to the plot shrink to a trickle.
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