Feminists of the era did not take kindly to Ericsson and his Marlboro Man veneer. To them, the lab cowboy and his sperminator portended a dystopia of mass-produced boys.

I gave the leather of the sofa a pinch, gauging the texture.

No, not cynicism, just fucking suss, David Bowie has more suss than the fucking people that are trying to put him through the mincer.

Stay within the sound of my voice.