On the latrine wall, among lipsticked obscenities, she noticed the following message, neatly indited in engineering lettering:
Interested in sophisticated fun?
You, hubby, girl friends. The more the merrier.
Get in touch with Kirby, through
WASTE only, Box 7391, L. A.
WASTE? Oedipa wondered. Beneath the notice, faintly in pencil, was a symbol she’d never seen before, a loop, triangle and trapezoid.