Sactown Sonata

I'm reading Strong Poison by Dorothy Sayers and wondering if the Wimsey tales influenced Wodehouse.

I'm also in a room at the Vagabond Inn in Sacramento, sipping watery coffee, peering out the window onto a chill and rainy day: Up the Light on the Future!

In short order I tour a school that existed only on paper and the princeton review website--it's the wild card in the race. Or it is now. In a matter of hours, that all may change: Cry Ho for the Shifting Land!

My religion is Gauguinism: Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going?