"—Right with you Tom, Tom? Remembered get Grynszpan to that God damned parade Soldiers Field costumes for all… and he hunched to a whisper, pages sweeping under his hand until, —Hoo ha how’s that, God damn it how’s that. Raindance by seven lengths God damn it how’s that, Tom? Raindance by seven lengths how’s that… He tore at the next bundle, —stuff make you God damned sick … turning pages, sweeping papers aside, —Tom? hell did he go … pulling more from the heap, —hell did he go Mister Fred taste like apricots… until, abruptly, he came forward, gained his feet teeming in one direction and back grabbing the chair —God damned sick, Tom… ? God damned profound question regular person, Tom? Schramm God damned regular person get him in Arlington name rank serial number biggest God damned tombstone in Arlington how’s that, name rank serial number carve in granite believing and shitting two very different things how’s that… He tipped toward the door held back by his hand gripping the chair, tipped to a crunch underfoot and kicked aside the sea of paper, — Tom? Found Baby Jeeter… and he caught the back of the chair with both hands, —Tom know what I’d like to do Tom … ? Go right up to the God damned sky disappear, come down like the, like the… and he pitched abruptly over the open suitcase in a rush that left him heaving, another, clinging there until he could free a hand to find a dry sock and wipe his mouth, another, bringing the sock up again, clinging there till he could drop the sock in and free both hands to bring the suitcase closed, snap one of its locks and, as intently, the other before he fell back on the low bed, flung out there still as a man cast up by the sea when light caught the window and slowly gave it definition, finally filled it leaving the overhead a yellowed pall and the buildings wide across the way in the sunlight un-dulant through the cheap glass pane like a part of a submarine landscape."
William Gaddis, JR (p. 413-414)
Everything that is great about this book in this sentence basically.