Was it possible, that at every gathering--concert, peace rally, love-in,
be-in, and freak-in, here, up north, back East, wherever--those dark
crews had been busy all along, reclaiming the music, the resistance to
power, the sexual desire from epic to everyday, all they could sweep up,
for the ancient forces of greed and fear?
"Gee," he said to himself out loud, "I dunno . . ."
-- Thomas Pynchon. Inherent Vice. Chapter 9. (2012)