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I drink a great deal, but the cognac has no effect. Sometimes this happens. Sometimes you drink a hundred grams and the world is miraculously transformed; everything—both your inner world and the outer world—becomes as clear as a bell. What is secret becomes manifest; masks fall from faces, and every movement someone makes, every human word, is filled with particular meaning and interest. A bland and boring day is imbued with charm; this charm is everywhere, it excites and delights. And your sense of your own self becomes equally special; you are aware of yourself in a way that is deep and strange. These fortunate hundred grams come your way most often in the morning, before lunch.