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"
Come
on
,
baby
,
we
’
ll
go
down
to
eat
while
my
mind
is
still
pure
.
"
I
washed
,
combed
my
hair
and
we
went
down
the
stairs
.
Rinaldi
was
a
little
drunk
.
In
the
room
where
we
ate
,
the
meal
was
not
quite
ready
.
"
I
’
ll
go
get
the
bottle
,
"
Rinaldi
said
.
He
went
off
up
the
stairs
.
I
sat
at
the
table
and
he
came
back
with
the
bottle
and
poured
us
each
a
half
tumbler
of
cognac
.
"
Too
much
,
"
I
said
and
held
up
the
glass
and
sighted
at
the
lamp
on
the
table
.
"
Not
for
an
empty
stomach
.
It
is
a
wonderful
thing
.
It
burns
out
the
stomach
completely
.
Nothing
is
worse
for
you
.
"
"
All
right
.
"
"
Self
-
destruction
day
by
day
,
"
Rinaldi
said
.
"
It
ruins
the
stomach
and
makes
the
hand
shake
.
Just
the
thing
for
a
surgeon
.
"
"
You
recommend
it
?
"
"
Heartily
.
I
use
no
other
.
Drink
it
down
,
baby
,
and
look
forward
to
being
sick
.
"
