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August 9, 2011
I called up my friend China Melville to congratulate her on the publication in the London Times of her long-in-gestation rumination on dirty old socks and I got her secretary who told me China'd gone on the lam.

"When will she be back? I mean, On the lam? Why's she on the lam?" I asked, sounding more than I liked like Edward Everett Norton in Top Hat.

"She didn't say," said the secretary. "She grabbed her overcoat and fedora and some sensible shoes, she said, 'I gotta go on the lam,' this was three days ago."

"How curious," I said.