In Gholheim, it was illegal to be an artist.
Doctor Joseph Daneka had a small office above a Chinese noodle joint on the north side of the city. Mike walked up the narrow staircase, reminding himself to never eat at the Chinese place again.They left their food in large plastic bins to marinate and used them prop open the door to the hallway, causing the entire stairwell to have a sickening smell of meat mixed with sweet and sour sauce. Every time Doc brings it I end up eating it. Not this time Doc. Not this time.
Walking into the . . .
Wow, brilliant choice of words! I like where this is going.
That, my friend, is why I like Douglas Adams. In-your-face wit that entertains.