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January 14 Dear Diary, The desert island on which my ALA colleagues and I were tossed up after our shipwreck is sadly lacking in the necessities of life: no four‐star restaurants, no video‐discos (indeed, no discos at all), no Neiman‐Marcus branches, and very little of the Heidsieck 1966 Cuvee Royale. Exactly how the 26 of us happened to be on the cruise ship SS Alanet is unclear to us, although someone had faint recollections of that final fatal party at the end of Midwinter. But on one point we're all perfectly clear: we paid our own expenses for the cruise.