““But the Mormons are not afraid of us. They think deep down that they’re the real desert dwellers and us Angelenos are living in this artificially irrigated Eden because we’re soft and fragile jungle creatures, like some Amazon rain forest frog that landed its neon arrow-poison-secreting hide on some endangered species list because the humidity isn’t quite right this year. And so you bring them in and feed them—the Mormons, not the poison frogs—and you’ve always got to buy Danishes for the meeting. Where the hell do you find Danishes anymore? Their palates are atavistic, right back to the 1950s.” “You””
