"Cliva brought some spicy crackers and two of us lit up cigarettes, the nature of which left no doubt once you'd smelt the sour smell. Our spirits began to waver and it was then that Tristan made up his mind. He picked up his glass, took a sip and seemed to concentrate. I have to admit that at that moment, I was drifting in the middle of a sea of violent mauve, of total voluptuousness. The contrast with what was to come added to my unease."

Difficulty ****