"But I’m really glad to be here," Rice said. "It’s like ... like shuffling the deck of history. You never know what’ll come up next." Rice passed the joint to one of Mozart’s groupies, Antonia something-or-other. "This is a great time to be alive. Look at you. You’re doing okay, aren’t you?" He leaned across the table, in the grip of a sudden sincerity. "I mean, it’s okay, right? It’s not like you hate all of us for fucking up your world or anything?"