"Cool, awesome," said the young man in back of me on the Coastal Starlight train. While crossing the lagoon at Moss Landing he had arranged by cell phone —what else? "Hey, dude, what the fuck! Ohmygod!"— a business lunch for the next day. The water of the lagoon was a giant mirror: gray, flat, reflective. miles davis kinda blue yeah cool. Shining from shook foil The Grandeur of God Gerard Manley Hopkins Awesome! Talking about money over lunch? What a weak and flabby thing words have become for the younger generation.
	—Louis Martin