![]() It will make you hate our species a little more.ġ0. It will make you love our species a little more.ĩ. The prose is happy to be contradictory and incompatible withĨ. Mary, Joseph, Pilate, Judas the Carrot, all your favorite storybook people in a new form…”įive senses lost – a cur’s fate for a cur.ĥ. “See, I’m making this film, Jesus 2001, which could be Godfather II and my salvation, or a turkey so grosso y’could fly it in Macy’s parade – one gust of wind and twelve clowns get carried over the Verrazano Bridge… Solid-state scripture, works in a drawer. Simon is a con artist… He is an artistic beggar… He is a man of art… He makes movies… ![]() ![]() Simon is a brazen and ignorant extravert… He boasts exhibitionistic manners… He is an epitome of vulgarity… You’d be surprised how polite even the famous and the infamous can be when they get near him.” Nobody, but nobody, can out-insult Simon Lynxx. I’ve seen him knock a Puerto Rican heavyweight all the way over a compact car with one punch. If you have one leg, he’ll ask you to run a forty-yard dash… Also it helps to be six-three and crazy. Simon is the one totally unbigoted person I’ve ever known – he treats everyone like a Polish joke. “What does he care for Jews, blacks, homosexuals, women? Not a thing. ![]() One fine morning Simon wakes – cocksure and foolish – and the countdown commences… Nude, Simon drowses, screening outtakes of dreams just filmed. It hits the ancient chimney, bounces, bursts to mouthfuls, which bounce, burst and are gone. There are five known senses: taste, smell, touch, hearing and sight… The protagonist loses them all in sequence – one by one…Īn afterthought brown apple gets pitched from the low-rent altitude, fine arm action and follow-through, hooking leftward, sharp slider. Through the course of this 600-page novel, Simon loses, one by one, all of his senses (taste is lost when trying to siphon off gasoline for his roving, broken-down production van), ending in a state of complete debilitation in which he is being made ready for eternity and salvation.Īs energy packed as a William Gaddis novel and as rich in language as a Shakespearean play, Take Five is a modern masterpiece that is at once a celebration of life and a morality play on excess, as though anticipating the self-indulgent "me generation" of the decade. Con-man, filmmaker (currently working on producing "Jesus 2001", what he calls the religious equivalent of The Godfather, best known for his movie "The Clap That Took Over the World"), descendent of a wealthy and prestigious New York family whose wealth and prestige are on a sharp decline, racist and anti-Semite (though Simon dislikes all ethnic groups equally), possessor of never-satisfied appetites (food, women, drink, but most of all, money and more money), and the fastest talker since Falstaff, Simon is on a quest that goes backwards. The money is put towards the prize pool for the next draw if there aren’t any winners in a certain tier.Welcome to the world of Simon Lynxx and to one of the great overlooked novels of the 1980s. Half of the ticket revenue is put towards the prize pool for each draw, and 20% of that amount is allocated to the Jackpot. Prizes in Take 5 are pari-mutuel, apart from the match-2 tier, which means the individual prize amounts aren’t fixed and can change from draw to draw. Prizes start from matching just two numbers - where you’ll be awarded a free Quick Pick for a future draw - and the jackpot can be won by matching all five numbers. To enter, you need to choose five numbers between 1 and 39. Pick up your tickets by 2:15 PM for Midday and 10:20 PM for Evening to play the next draw. The Midday draw takes place every afternoon at 2:30 PM EST, and the Evening draw is held every night at 10:30 PM EST.
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