synchronicity, prescience, or incontinence?

Today at work, The Lotus received the new Random House catalogue and found that the entry for the Emmanuelle Carrère reproduced the quotation that I used below, which, since I cribbed it from John Leonard, hardly comes as a surprise (it does lower my estimation of John Leonard a tad, but any guy who's willing to criticize Bob Dylan for being cruel to Joan Baez deserves a break now and then).



What I found creepy was that the catalogue copy promptly followed that up by talking about Dick's potassium tablet and Scotch diet.