A beautiful French woman in a full-length black leather coat walks by holding her own hat close against her head.
"Excuse moi," we fake our way through the local language, "parlais vous anglais?"
"Yes," she says, perfect Amerikan that she is.
"Do you know where we can find a cybercafe with telnet connections?"
She reaches into her huge purse and pulls out a small head whose face looks exactly like Rimbaud at age 19.
"Here," she says, "just poke his eyes out. The connection is in the back of his throat."