Quoteo: Hunter S. Thompson.

As I came back through the door I heard her call from the bathroom: "Paul, can you come here a minute?".

I went over and opened the door, thinking she would have the curtain pulled. She didn't, and greeted me with a big smile. "I feel human again," she exclaimed. "Aren't I beautiful?" She stepped out of the stream of water and faced me, lifting her arms like a model demonstrating some new and unusual soap. There was such a weird, nymphet egotism about her stance that I had to laugh.

"Come on in," she said happily. "This is wonderful!".

I stopped laughing and there was an odd silence. I heard a gong somewhere in the back of my brain, and then a melodramatic voice saying, "And this concludes The Adventures of Paul Kemp, the Drunken Journalist. He read the signs and saw it coming, but he was too much of a lecher to step out of the way." Then there was organ music, a sort of feverish dirge, and then I was stepping out of my shorts and into the shower with Chenault.

Hunter S. Thompson, "The Rum Diary", 1998.