Three Days in Sodom, Two in Gomorrah

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Letter From Albion

"Party for a book? I'd love to," I mutter to my host as we land in Sodom. Five days of vacation lie before me, and as we drive to the place—"Where the old McAlpin used to be, downtown," the limousine driver reminisces—it is pleasant to think that people here still publish books.

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