about the book/metro analogies...

"Lord of the flies" - you get 150 overworked defense contractors crammed into a car meant for 100, lurching sporadically towards clarendon, and the social contract understandably frays.

"Story of o" - a crowded subway inherently possesses sexual undertones - e.g. Is that your blackberry holster jabbing my butt, or are you just happy to see me? The orange line adds to the fun with its submissives - the folks who insist on cramming like sardines by the door - and its sadists, the jack asses who stretch their legs out into the aisle like they're in business class, taking the space of four standing people. No dripping candlewax spotted during rush hour though (not yet)