Donald awoke to a cold bedroom, the dead light of the district streaming in through frost-rimed...

  Awaking in the middle of a prodigiously tough snore, and sitting up in bed to get his thoughts...

  Donald went to bed, and thought, and thought, and thought it over and over and over, and could make...

  McCAIN WAS DEAD: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was...

  “What do you mean, ‘I have to stay here?’” the hat asked. It was humid in the Buenos Aires hotel room...

  “GM fucked us!’ the hat cried. “We bailed them out and they fucked us! Fucked us hard. Fucked us like...

  “More,” the hat said. “I want to fire more of them.” His voice became strained and he coughed a few...