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ORD HOPELESS had invited me to join the party at his table, and introduced me to the gentlemen.

It was long after midnight, and I have forgotten most of the names.

Doctor Zitterbein I had already met before.

"You always sit by yourself. That is too bad," he had said while he shook my hand. "Why do you always sit by yourself?"

I know that we had not drunk very much. Nevertheless we were under the spell of that delicate, barely noticeable intoxication which makes some words seem to come from far off, a condition