Thursday, early evening. She turns the key to her Dungeon of Medicines, an isolated pod floating atop the highest vistas of Park Avenue. It is constructed of the finest Metals and can only be reached by rickshaw. Even after all these years, the scent of myrrh lingers. A glass of scotch is poured and she takes to the shelves. Tonight will be a night of barbiturates. Full bottles of Amytal, Nembutal, Seconal, et. al, are downed within seconds. She takes to her camel fur chair -- a special model, in that it is an actual camel -- and waits whilst supping on a bowl of cough syrup. The hour becomes 10, then 11, then 12. Midnight.
Peggy Noonan Is Out Of Pills!
Peggy Noonan Is Out Of Pills!
Peggy Noonan Is Out Of Pills!
Thursday, early evening. She turns the key to her Dungeon of Medicines, an isolated pod floating atop the highest vistas of Park Avenue. It is constructed of the finest Metals and can only be reached by rickshaw. Even after all these years, the scent of myrrh lingers. A glass of scotch is poured and she takes to the shelves. Tonight will be a night of barbiturates. Full bottles of Amytal, Nembutal, Seconal, et. al, are downed within seconds. She takes to her camel fur chair -- a special model, in that it is an actual camel -- and waits whilst supping on a bowl of cough syrup. The hour becomes 10, then 11, then 12. Midnight.