A piece of Cake in Cats

Wednesday. The cartoonist rings. Drinan. Good, isn’t he? "What’s it about this week? I’ve to draw it today. Heading off."

“Oh,” says I. “God knows. But I have Cake here.” “Course you have,” says he.

“No, the book. I’ll read it.” There was sure to be something in it that gets to the heart of drive and ambition and frustration and maybe, probably, madness.