All the hapless silent lovers,
All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked,
All the joyous, all the sorrowing, all the living, all the dying,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Boyd and Ives have a nice chat.

We're not homosexuals; we're divorced.

Larry makes friends in the music industry.

With Max laid to rest in Santa Carla, Michael tries to get out, but he can't get far enough.

It's two years before Ginsberg goes back to Manhattan. Somehow he didn't picture it happening like this.

Marcus and Laszlo make a night of it.

The two of them are marked by water.

There in that white-gilt bedroom like a tomb, where I believe none of Gatsby's guests had ever before set foot except by mistake — none until Daisy, and I was only her adjunct and proxy, an accessory to her presence there in the house. He had forgotten about me then. He had forgotten about me now. I was his only witness.

Jim finds John. John finds trouble.

Garrupe and Rodrigues, returning.