The Ocean, ready to inrush upon them.

Vive la France!

Viva for the cheese monkeys? That's how you must have call them in 2003.

She held her grey felt hat in her hand, slapping the flat brim lightly against her leg as she walked, her tinted hair gleaming under the fluoros.

In a society where it is important to get a (first panel surplus) advantage over other persons, the young man tends to surrender his individual ideals and to adopt instead, as a mask, the ideals and purposes and language and philosophy that make up a sort of common denominator for the mafia or predatory agglutination that is bound together in the greedful quest.