Clipperton's suicide (p. 431)
some Mexican systems analyst—who barely spoke English and had never once even fondled a ball and knew from exactly zilch except for crunching raw results-data—this guy stepped in as manager of the O.N.A.N.T.A. computer and ranking center in Forest Lawn NNY, and didn’t know enough not to treat Clipperton’s string of six major junior-tournament championships that spring as sanctioned and real. And when the first biweekly issue of the trilingual North American Junior Tennis that’s replaced American Junior Tennis comes out, there’s one E. R. Clipperton, Home Town ‘Ind.,’ ranked #1 in Boys’ Continental 18-and-Unders
Context
Subsidized Time arrives and with it a new mapmaker: an analyst with no contact whatsoever with the territory of actual play — never "even fondled a ball," knows only "raw results-data" — who therefore sanctions the record and prints Clipperton #1. The ranking is a pure map-artifact, and precisely because its maker can't see the ground it maps, it finally matches the territory; the legitimation is what makes the wins real enough to die of.