“In the agency, I was trying to letter a line of copy in Clarendon Bold
and suddenly Orozco tore across my mind. I sat at the bar in the Caton
Inn with Catherine and imagined hard brown mountains, cactus, distant
volcanoes; bandidos out of The Treasure of the Sierra Madre; pyramids and lost cities; cantinas full of music and tequila and brown-skinned women.”

—Pete Hamill, A Drinking Life: A Memoir, 1994.