“We drank all night, to the degree I realized I can’t go home because I’ll be sick,” said Mr. Alonso, a lean man of 45 with a bald head and a close-cropped beard. “We walked around all night, got breakfast the next day. I said, ‘So, you’re writing this.’ He said, ‘Yeah, I’m writing this.’”
With some wistfulness, Mr. Alonso added, “Those were the days.”
Это статья в International Herald Tribune про трудности Marvel Comics, к слову, небезынтересная в свете криков "мы все умрем" в издательской индустрии.