“How do you know things about the sleeping habits of ravens?” Gary asks. “At some point, every lit professor has to spend a full day researching ravens,” Phoebe says. “They’re everywhere. Writers can’t resist a raven. You know, symbols of death and grief and the underworld and all that jazz.” “Oh, yeah, love that jazz,” Gary says. “Poe, right? That was the raven poem?” “Nevermore, nevermore.”
