HARRY. Shithead, great guy. Wine connoisseur, though the taste does nothing for him. He owns a yacht we take on trips. Blood in the water is our favourite thing. We get gussied up in sweaters and blazers, fatigues for Veronica, and we all go out on Harry’s yacht to see the sharks feed. We watch, and the idea is to not drink, only watch, as Harry dumps buckets of chum in the wake. We see fins and red water. Harry drinks wine. Aldous paints. Veronica does her nails. I smoke from a pipe. The fish get eaten.