... by the end it really sounds like a Liz Hand novel.

It's smugger than Liz Hand. Only one of them would have made it to graduation, with terrible and beautiful psychic wounds.

I particularly admire the naturally occurring gloves on the leopard-woman and I expect the next drawing in the sequence to have shown his dressing gown in shreds and no leopard-woman to be seen.

Mraow.

I am not any more pleased with this month after hearing that Joan Plowright just died.

Damn.

I want to have Orson Welles's Moby-Dick, with Plowright as Pip.

Nine