" Good morning, Mr. Herbert,” I said. “I stand ready to review any evidence of it,” he replied, without lifting his forehead from the table. “How are you feeling today?” I asked. “Blithesome. Glorious. Exalted. I’m a sultan in his palace.” He still hadn’t lifted his head. “How’s the script coming along?” “Be a humanitarian, Vivian, and stop asking questions. "

― Elizabeth Gilbert , City of Girls