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.

Following the tragic and sudden suicide of General Hanazawa, Ogata and Tsurumi debrief.

Tom and Peter, partners in disguise.

Krennic contemplates the dizzying array of interplanetary sexual diversity. Galen is mortified.

Near misses in the Greek tutorial.

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

There's plausible deniability, and then there's whatever this is.

Marcus and Laszlo make a night of it.

Cornelius opts for a different look at Carnivale. Billy is appreciative.

There are prisons, and prisoners.