With a broken-down oven, in a hotel kitchen, on an uninhabited island
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Carlos Anne Phelps is a white-haired, quasi-mythical fellow with enough substance to enable him to write books, make tapes of his stories and appear at various cultural and theatrical events in Los Angeles, but he appears to be largely the creation of Robert W. Zentis.
I can’t figure out why Adam and Eve stood for it. If they had enough gumption to question the menu, you’d think they would have said, “Now, just a minute, God. Cool down. Let’s not overreact.”