I won't think about risks till I'm up to my neck in them and don't see the road out.' I scribbled my address on a piece of paper and handed it to the stout philosopher.

'Come to dinner tonight at eight,' I said.
'I thank you, Major.

A little fish, please, plain-boiled, and some hot milk.

You will forgive me if I borrow your couch after the meal and spend the evening on my back.

That is the advice of my noo doctor.' I got a taxi and drove to my club.