Hey, looky. We’re at post 30, and page 450ish. We’re just trucking along, aren’t we? And by we, I mean me, because I don’t think there’s a single Infinite Summer reader out there checking my whiny-ass blog for quotes.
Nevertheless, here you go, of legions of followers who aren’t reading David Foster Wallace’s book and don’t care:
Page 445 Bob Death, the South Shore biker, wields the joke about the old fish: “this wise old whiskery fish swims up to three young fish and goes, ‘Morning boys, how’s the water?’ and swims away; and the three young fish watch him swim away and look at each other and go, ‘what the fuck is water?'”
This, of course, is the zen proverb (though the profanity might not be standard proverb text; not sure) Wallace uses in his Kenyon speech, the one reproduced now as a book, This is Water. This quote made me cry, again, about this sweet, thoughtful man and his intense pain. He seemed so aware, I find in each page of Infinite Jest, of intense human suffering. I hope to heavens it wasn’t his water.