On The Road

No, I'm not ignoring you. It's nothing to do with that business with the cilice and the rabbit; I thought that was rather sweet, and certainly original.

Dominating the Empire

In fact, sir, the Blonde exploreth, cruising from that veriginous Cisco town glittering with foggy bay and natty gay to the dust-dank tawny depths of that sere, scrubby valley they call Napa. Chapped lips ruby-stained, freckled snout heady with foxy, vinous spice, the Blonde is priming her pen. There's a whole new vocabulary out here, island-dwellers. Tremble.