Here the desert of death simulates a field of cooling snow, green hills lie black in the dazzling light of day, limpid waters run green over arsenic stone, and sunset betricks the fantastic rock with column and capital and dome.

Before she closed each drawer she rummaged her hands through the clothes, untidying them just enough to feel comfortable.

And me, I'm flying in my taxi / Taking tips, and getting stoned / I go flying so high, when I'm stoned

What is the civility of the landlord and his waiters but humbug? What the smirking, smiling, ducking and bowing of the shopkeeper, but humbug? What his sweet and gentle yes, sirs, and no, sirs, and proud to serve you, sirs, but humbug? You are not goose enough to believe for a moment that he is serious, that he has either the least regard or respect for you.