by Aaron Synaptyx Fimister
Collect your choice of gallery quality Giclée, or fine art prints custom trimmed by hand in a variety of sizes with a white border for framing.
The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. The Chatsubo was a bar for professional expatriates; you could drink there for a week and never hear two words in Japanese. Ratz was tending bar, his prosthetic arm jerking monotonously as he filled a tray of glasses with draft Kirin. He saw Case and smiled...
- William Gibson - Neuromancer
Okay. The Japanese is bad, call it deliberate. This is an ex-pats bar and well, Ratz - He don't care much if his sign reads wrong in Japanese.