Would you want to read any more of Rainbow Gliding Hawk and the Last Stand of the Patriarch by Doug Lambeth after encountering the first page of the first chapter?
But I can’t really respond to either of them at the moment, at least until Dirk Fender stops vomiting on my shoes. Thank God they’re rentals.
The next gem is from The Wayward Comrade and the Commissars, by Yurii Karlovich Olesha:
How pleasant my life is. Ta-ra. Ta-ra. My bowels are elastic. Ra-ta-ta. Ta-ra-ree. My juices flow within me. Ra-tee-ta. Doo-da-da. Contract, guts, contract. Tram-ba-ba-boom!