About you stretches the beach of Ebosskil. The sand is unnaturally
white, reflecting its strange origins in an act of magic. The
sand continues up a hill to the west. There are signs of ruins
visible to the northwest and southwest. You cannot cross the broken
terrain to the north and south.
The beach was a beach we shall not name, because his private house
was there but it was a small sandy stretch somewhere along the hundreds
of miles of coastline that runs west from Los Angeles, which is
described in the new edition of "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy"
in one entry as "junky, wunky, lunky, stunky, and what's that other
word, and all kinds of bad stuff, woo," and in another, written only
hours later as "being like several thousand square miles of American
Express junk mail, but without the same sense of moral depth....