Pointsman

"Pointsman," the cock, stubborn, annoyed, bucks like an airship among purple clouds (very dense purple, as pile velvet that color) at nightfall when the sea-breeze promises a difficult landing, "I've saved you for last.

Gravity's Rainbow Pynchon, Thomas 1978

Roger circles so as to make with Pointsman a pincer upon the animal, who now stands with paws planted and teeth showing near one of the pieces of rear wall still standing.

Gravity's Rainbow Pynchon, Thomas 1978

It isn't the sort of argument Pointsman relishes either.

Gravity's Rainbow Pynchon, Thomas 1978

"Must say it doesn't sound like your cup of tea, Pointsman," smiles Dr. Aaron Throwster.

Gravity's Rainbow Pynchon, Thomas 1978

An abandoned and mathematical look: stripped to the force-vectors holding it where it is, doubled up in places one row behind another, moving as Pointsman and Mexico begin to move again, backward in thick moir-, repeated uprights in parallax against repeated diagonals, and the snarls of wire below interfering more at random.

Gravity's Rainbow Pynchon, Thomas 1978

Since the castrating of Major Marvy, Pointsman has been officially in disgrace.

Gravity's Rainbow Pynchon, Thomas 1978

It was known, don't deny it-known, Pointsman! that the front in Eu-rope someday must develop like this? move away east, make the rock-ets necessary, and known how, and where, the rockets would fall short.

Gravity's Rainbow Pynchon, Thomas 1978

Pointsman had only looked apologetic, not for himself but to something for R-zsav'lgyi, and said gently, "This is one spot in the room where I feel alive," well bet your ass one or two memos went up toward Ministerial level over that one.

Gravity's Rainbow Pynchon, Thomas 1978

But then Pointsman laughs the well-known laugh that's done him yeoman service in a profession where too often it's hedge or hang.

Gravity's Rainbow Pynchon, Thomas 1978

"I don't know, man-no, I don't," flinging a fat slow-motion arm out of his hedgehog-colored cape, back at the hospital, as they walk in the falling snow-to Pointsman a clear separation, monks here and cathedral there, soldiers and garrison-but not so to Gwenhidwy, part of whom remains behind, hostage.

Gravity's Rainbow Pynchon, Thomas 1978