"Mo­hammed? Are you kid­ding? He was dreamed up by the Mecca Cham­ber of Com­merce. An Egypt­ian ad man on the skids from the sauce write the con­ti­nu­ity. " 'I'll have one more, Gus. Then, by Allah, I will go home and re­ceive a Surah.... Wait'll the morn­ing edi­tion hits the souks. I am blast­ing Amal­ga­mated Im­ages wide open.'
"The bar­tender looks up from his rac­ing form. 'Yeah. And theirs will be a painful doom.'
" 'Oh... uh... quite. Now, Gus, I'll write you a check.'
"'You are only being the most no­to­ri­ous paper hanger in Greater Mecca. I am not a wall, Mr. Mo­hammed.'
" 'Well, Gus, I got like two types pub­lic­ity, fa­vor­able and oth­er­wise. You want some oth­er­wise al­ready? I am sub­ject to re­ceive a Surah con­cern­ing bar­tenders who ex­ten­deth not credit to those in a needy way.'
" 'And theirs will be a painful doom. Sold Ara­bia.' He vaults over the bar. 'I'm not tak­ing any more, Ahmed. Pick up thy Surahs and walk. In fact, I'll help you. And stay out.'
"'I'll fix your wagon good, you un­be­liev­ing cock-sucker. I'll close you up tight and dry as a junky's ass- hole. I'll by Allah dry up the Penin­sula.'

(William S. Burroughs, The Naked Lunch)