FF, Page 40.

It's the interstellar ley line. It comes careening in from outer space, hits the world in Iceland, bounces back up, writhing about like a conger eel, then down Matthew Street in Liverpool where the Cavern Club -- and latterly Eric's -- is. Back up, twisting, turning, wriggling across the face of the earth until it reaches the uncharted mountains of New Guinea, where it shoots back into space. Deep space. You know what ley lines are? Those things that hippies are into, imaginary power lines across ancient Britain, lines that can be traced by Saxon churches, stone circles, burial mounds, that sort of stuff. But just boringly straight and static. Well, this interstellar ley line is a mega-power one. Too much power coming down for it not to writhe about. The only three fixed points on earth it travels through are Iceland, Matthew Street in Liverpool, and New Guinea. Whenever something creatively or spiritually mega happens anywhere else on earth, it is because this interstellar ley line is momentarily powering through the territory.