It was Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight by Alexandra Fuller, and frankly I'm a little disappointed none of you have sufficiently strengthened your psychic connection to me.
Working on my magnum opus: the enemies list. I don't mind telling you some of these names are getting triple underlined tonight.
Allow yourselves to be guided by kindness, bearing in mind as you go along that most people are insane.
Even some of our most reputable bookshops have started carrying nonfiction. Right out in the open where children and the morally enfeebled can see it!
If your work has any loose ends, tie them together to make a rope. Exit windowwards. Rappel down the side of the castle. Disappear into the mist.