Chapter Two: Bad fashion at The Driftwood Inn. You’ve got a hole in your soul where the wind blows through.
Chapter Six: Music that rouses the masses, steers them to the doorsteps of the impotent leaders hiding beneath their bedcovers, trapped, waiting for us to climb the staircase, step by step, to their bedrooms, where we’ll slit their throats.
Chapter Nine: When the O punches through the paper. An occasion to listen to old records by Françoise Hardy, the Ye-Ye Girl.