Why PEGASUS Needs to Sell Really Well*

 

I went to the dentist again today.  This was the tactical meeting.  I didn't have to sit in the Official Chair of Torture.**  He has other, subtler methods of rendering a vict—client into a small pile of bone chips and burnt hair.  Wide screen photos of my teeth, for example.  AAAAAAAUGH.  Enough to scare anybody into self immolation.

            Okay, here's the deal:  over the next two years, I'm going to be spending approximately the entry level salary of an editorial assistant in New...