ABSTRACT
We are sitting by the pool on a sunny day. You are wearing your white suit, holding a drink in one hand and shading your eyes from the sun with the other. Last night's party has just ended. There are splinters of broken glass gleaming in the sunlight, chaise lounges aslant, a spray of napkins spread over the lawn. Last night we went swimming in the pool with all our clothes on, it was the night you slept with the manufacturer's wife. We never met the host. Nothing could stop the band from playing our song over and over again. All night you talked about your work, how the market would go up and up, how there was nothing to lose no matter how great the risk. The women loved you for that. A strong wind blew in from the bay, but it did not so much as ruffle your hair. The wheels of the Chrysler spun freely in a ditch.
