Sometimes I was drinking a bottle of whisky and I couldn't even getdrunk, so I'd go onto two bottles of whisky a day, wake up, fall asleep, wake up, start again.
The next time, I brought home Brooks and Rainier cherries, decided to get them drunk and take them to a party with some ladyfingers and mascarpone cheese.
That's the only way I can explain how scientists who ought to know better seem to getdrunk on their power over nature and keep pursuing this absurd dream.