All Henderson Dores dreams of is fitting in. But America, land of the loony millionaire and the subway poet, and sharp-suited hood, of paralysing personal frankness and surreally fantasized facilities, is hard enough for an Englishman to fit in to. Henderson could never shed enough inhibitions to be...

All Henderson Dores dreams of is fitting in. But America, land of the loony millionaire and the subway poet, and sharp-suited hood, of paralysing personal frankness and surreally fantasized facilities, is hard enough for an Englishman to fit in to. Henderson could never shed enough inhibitions to become just another weirdo. Or could he?