an ironbound coast

The editor, some butch British fuck named Arthur St. George, took it upon himself to turn his review of Rocket Heart into an editorial on the evils of irresponsible rock-star life and made this screed the Editor’s Note, right under a picture of him looking smarmy at his desk in skyscraperland.

The sounds and seas, with all their finny drove, Now to the moon in wavering morrice move; And on the tawny sands and shelves Trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.

Unfortunately, Washington seems eager to start Cold War II, with Japan again acting as America's “unsinkable aircraft carrier” in Asia.