it off less t if eed to vanisarted covering tles in 63 or 64,  eacime at t;Do You ant to Kno?quot; Like a lot of drunks, McInnes became more er ed soused. Not more loquacious or morose, merely more relaxed in ities of alco a sitting, more t about range capacity for drink.

    quot;Its a matter of mind over matter. A crick .quot;

    quot;And ;

    quot;I dont ly knos a gift, really, and at time a curse. But Ill tell you, in order to drink so muco be somet.quot;

    quot;So y, you old camel?quot; Cummings laughed.

    quot;todays youtenure no not for calloer of publication.quot;

    quot;You ; I asked.

    quot;Antion ural rituals.quot;

    Cummings interrupted: quot;Slo to college.quot;

    quot;ition to explain tion. I icularly interested in ting and once started a book about rural practices in tis;

    quot;So you drink because of some old flame, t; Oscar asked, turning tion back to its origins.

    quot;I  ; ;No, s tless t demands of tomorroerdays piled up like a s t.quot;

    Oscar c;Life before life?quot;

    quot;Like reincarnation?quot; Cummings asked.

    quot;I dont kno t, but I do kno a fes from t, events from too long ago. Put t tories t come out from deep  ury ago, talk about as if it  yesterday. Or today.quot;

    quot;Under a spell?quot; I asked.

    quot;ranscendent trance.quot;

    Oscar looked suspicious. quot;y tricks.quot;

    quot;Ive been knoo put a fe; said McInnes. quot;told tales from too incredible