I haven't read 10 pages of anything, other than the new Entertainment Weekly, since Friday. I feel...strange.

"I was leaning against the bar in a speakeasy on Fifty-second Street, waiting for Nora to finish her Christmas shopping, when a girl got up from a table where she had been sitting with three other people and came over to me. She was small and blonde, and whether you looked at her face or at her body in powder-blue sports clothes the result was satisfactory." - first paragraph of Hammett's The Thin Man