>I now have the image of, about eight hours after Gryphon and Marisa's
>arrival at the hotel, an extremely exhausted rural French bicycle
>policeman accosting them in the lobby and presenting Marisa with a
>speeding ticket before (as tradition dictates) collapsing in a dead
>faint.
>

I'm not driving fast; I'm flying low.

Peter Eng
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