“Much of the revelation was to come through the stamp collection Pierce had left, his substitute often for her – thousands of little colored windows into deep vistas of space and time … No suspicion at all that it might have something to tell her … what after all could the mute stamps have told her …”
(Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49, New York: J.B. Lippencott Company, 1965, p. 31-2.)