Bright Lights, Big City

y deal. You had been at the magazine only a few weeks and Clara took a week off. Donlevy was doing a book review for

A boatload of Marching Powder might get you through this ordeal.

If you had gone to Yale, you might have learned some manners.

Though he prides himself on being hip, he is too fastidious to do anything dangerous or dirty

the receptionist, perhaps the only staffer with a low-rent accent

visa. This cousin had a girlfriend with cheekbones to break your heart, and you knew she was the real thing when she steadfastly refused to acknowledge your presence. She possessed secrets—about islands, about horses, about French pronunciation—that you would never know.

‘How did you go bankrupt?’ Bill asked.
‘Two ways,’ Mike said. ‘Gradually and then suddenly.’
—THE SUN ALSO RISES