How did this happen. 3AM leaning on Atlas Shrugged with a full ashtray and an empty glass. Where is John Galt now. Where are these signs that young latina women see when they venture the field alone. Where is the high life without words. Without need or ash. A clean purgatory without need of prayer. I'm climbing that mountain, The forgotten middle of the Divine Comedy. There is no late Roman poet as guide. There is only clocks and pills and cigarettes and booze. Beatrice has moved to Phoenix, Brutus worked for Lehman Brothers.