Molly Notkin's party: Joelle's overdose
Fans do not begin to keep it all in the Great Convexity. It creeps back in. What goes around, it comes back around. This your nation refuses to learn. It will keep creeping back in. You cannot give away your filth and prevent all creepage, no? Filth by its very nature it is a thing that is creeping always back. Me, I can remember when your Charles was café with cream. Look now at it. It is the blue river. You have a river outside you that is robin-egg's blue.
Context
Party chatter while Joelle cooks up in the bathroom: a Québecois film scholar states the book's waste-law flat out — "What goes around, it comes back around." You can't export your filth; the circle always closes. The unnaturally blue Charles outside the window is the standing proof. This is the macro-thesis of the whole Concavity plot, delivered as cocktail talk over an overdose.