“I shall sit alone in a darkened room, sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything but a little grey old head, and in that little grey old head a peculiar vision of hideous blue and gold dangling things flashing in the light, and the smell of sweat, cat food and death.” RegChronotisRegius Book:Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency Source: Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency