“I did not, as a young bacchante in the sixties and seventies, absent myself from the garden of herbal and pharmacological delights—far from it—so I found myself in an ironic position, lecturing a parent about drugs. The child/parent relationship inevitably reverses, but to this degree I had not anticipated. Pup, I would say, eyeing the half-empty blister pack of Stilnox by his bedside, how many Stilnoxes did we take last night? I don’t know. One and a half? Two? Two? [Examing the pa...ck, which looked as if it had been half eaten by wolverines in the night.] Two. Okay. I may have taken another. Another. So—three, say? [Becoming annoyed.] There might have been one more. How many Rits * did we take yesterday? [Fully annoyed.] What does Rit have to do with not sleeping? I still can’t say, a year later, whether this stunner of a rhetorical statement was simply denial or a Firing Line– quality countergambit.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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