"I am Karr from Theophile Gautier's classic short story The Opium Smoker." I explained helpfully to the buxom She-Devil prodding me with her plastic pitchfork. She looked me up and down, frowned, and then drifted silently away.
I encountered her again later, talking to some guy dressed as Dracula. "He is not Dracula from Bram Stoker's classic novel Dracula." I wanted to explain unhelpfully. "But Dracula from the WalMart discount coupon circular that was stuffed inside last Sunday's Boston Herald."
