Addendum

I've been up for about 28 hours now despite a stinky dose of valerian. (Some say dirty socks or even shit. I say ass; definitely ass.) I don't know why. I thought I might have napped, because surely I must have dreamed reading half of this weird-ass story by Rudyard Kipling about renegade Freemasons in India. It's the kind of thing I would dream. But no, when I checked, the Kipling book was on my nightstand and the story is in there. It's called "The Man Who Would Be King." Speaking of which,...