The middle of the night is the only time to head for Katz's, but some do insist on mid-afternoon, when it is completely impossible to hear anything, including one's own thoughts. Luckily, the waitstaff can read lips. K. ordered his preferred hot-turkey sandwich and chocolate milkshake. Katz's was doing a big takeout business. The souvenir case was filled with desserts. It's not even clear what all the rest of the table ordered, but the French fries and the potato pancakes, that wonderful dual-potato team, are as fine as ever. There was some plane reading, and perhaps some souvenir bumperstickers also, bought at BookPeople.