In terms of decoration, it was a veritable shrine to skiing. There were ski calendars, ski posters, ski trail diagrams. I wrote that it was for everybody to answer, whether you like skiing or not. I was thinking that if some other winter sports are popular we might try to put together a different kind of trip. Like bobsledding, maybe.
Winter sports are the opiate of the masses.
She didn't seem to understand what I'd said, but clearly didn't like it. Two hours later, Lew Parker called me into his office. He was sitting at his desk with Jeannie at his side and a broad, idiotic smile on his face. He looked deeply relaxed, happier than he'd appeared in months. He turned to her.