Our product is still totally DeepArcher?” “Which is…” “Like ‘departure’, only you pronounce it DeepArcher?” “Zen thing,” Maxine guesses. “Weed thing. - Thomas Pynchon

If the tower is everywhere and the knight of deliverance no proof against its magic,what else?

He gazes through sunlight's buttresses, back down the refectory at the others, wallowing in their plenitude of bananas, thick palatals of their hunger lost somewhere in the stretch of morning between them and himself. A hundred miles of it, so suddenly. Solitude, even among the meshes of this war, can when it wishes so take him by the blind gut and touch, as now, possessively. Pirate's again some other side of a window, watching strangers eat breakfast.

What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one's enemy only when his back is turned?