Reply #2: Many years ago, I took a dose of acid that . . .

[MrModerate]

Induced a lengthy conversation with the hypercubous W.C. Fields who juggled ceaselessly on the inside of my dorm room door from inside a garishly printed poster. As best I can recall, the conversation was deep and far ranging, and included the solution to the unanswered parts of the Unified Field Theory, why the sky was up, and how to get Rachel Beecham next door into my bed.

Now I know what happened to the rest of my stash. Surprising it was still potent after all these years.

Mr. Kristol, if you've got any left, I'd like it returned.