“Two men rode up the slope towards the blood-red sun. On one side stretched sparse, withered cotton trees, on the other, pine trees flickered motionless in the sultry air. “When I’m sober,” said the doctor, “that is, when I’m absolutely sober, I see the world completely differently than you see.” In this I am similar to my friend who is nearsighted in one eye. He bought himself special glasses, put them on, and the sun suddenly became longer, the edge of the sidewalk became askew, and he almost fell. Then he took and threw away these glasses. And then I began to see normally. So I’m under the weather almost all day and I only take on what I can do in this state...”