1963 T. Pynchon V 37: He was visited on a lunar basis by these great unspecific waves of horniness, whereby all women within a certain age group and figure envelope became immediately and impossibly desirable.at horniness, n.
1963 T. Pynchon V 427: ‘Yardbirds are the same all over,’ Pappy said [...] The dock workers fled by, jostling them.at yardbird, n.1
1963 T. Pynchon V 345: Had his coincidence, the accident to shatter the surface of this stagnant pool and send all the mosquitoes of hope zinging away to the exterior night; had it happened?at zing, v.
1965 T. Pynchon V 47: The exceptionally narrow Strait Street [...] Once a notorious red-light area, known to British servicemen as ‘The Gut’, this is still fairly sleazy at night.at gut, n.
1985 T. Harrison V [poem] ‘Listen, cunt!’ I said, ‘before you start your jeering / the reason why I want this in a book / ’s to give ungrateful cunts like you a hearing!’ / A book, yer stupid cunt, ’s not worth a fuck!at not worth a fuck, phr.