Nonfiction, hm? Now, now. Don't be so hard on yourself, I find politics quite interesting sometimes... y-you need to at least keep up. Otherwise... well, you know. You write the things.

[ He hiccups and tries to stand straight again, moving away from Maskin enough that again he only uses his shoulder for support. He shakes his head. ]

God, nothing important like that. They're-- [ His expression turns sheepish again, or as much as it can when he's this drunk. ] I don't suppose you've heard of C.M. Guarde, have you?