BUT THE ANSWER YOU SEEK IS NOT AMONG THEM. From the Tragedy of Silenus, text corrected and translated by Ariadne “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I asked Mike as we watched the sunrise from a truck stop somewhere along Interstate 58. We’d driven straight through the evening in a non-direct path that had us leaving the highway several times to meander along random tributaries that appeared to serve no purpose other than to confuse me as to our eventual destination. Mike claimed these side jaunts were to make sure we weren’t being followed, which seemed a mildly paranoid thing for an FBI agent to worry about, except that this agent was transporting a fugitive. Now we were somewhere in Northern California enjoying the Northern California sunrise. Mike sipped his coffee and failed to respond, or at least not to the question I asked. “So where’d your money come from?” he asked instead. “Smart investing.” I drank my own cup of coffee with earnest. I’ve had worse coffee, about three hundred years ago.
