'I was having a coffee with Josh in Darlinghurst Road after we’d been to a movie about Andy Warhol at the Chauvel. Josh suddenly went ‘oh my god!’, interrupting his own monologue on mechanical reproduction and the uncredited work of assistants in the world of art, and called out ‘Larry!’, and, lo and behold, that’s who it was coming in to the café, Larry. This was not long after the astonishing night when freaky bearded Larry turned up on the street, and just after he had turned up at Isabel’s in his new clothes, which he was wearing now.' (Introduction)
