That is the preponderating consideration to which everything else has to yield.

An elfette wearing thigh garters and a derby and not much else took my order. People were packing into the place for the designer hamburgers and avant-garde soups and an array of purported Mexican food.

“Werehorse,” Gettyson said curtly. “There's no such things as weredonkeys.”

Every time I got to the part about her out with Stradlater in that damn Ed Banky's car, it almost drove me crazy. I knew she wouldn’t let him get to first base with her, but it drove me crazy anyway.