TALL RIDES WHIRLED OUT front, glaringly lit, as was the building itself, by apparently genuine electric lights that cast a multicolored noon radiance over the waterfront. A big incandescent orange sign crawled across the front of the edifice, and even as Rivas read it, dizzy with incredulity, he wondered if it could have been put up solely for his own benefit, for the words were in the complicated old-time spelling:
DEVIANT’S PALACE
Steaks, Unconventional Seafood, Progressive Cocktails
Meditation Chapel! Petting Zoo! Souvenir Shop!
GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS!