It was about eleven o'clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills.
This book was so like the movie that I kept asking myself if had read it before. But then the book would describe the pornography going on or mention a gay character and I knew it was different.
Also, there's a lot of rain in here. Did it used to rain more often in California?
Here's the titular line:
What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell.