 I AM FOR BED," Nathaniel Gascoyne said, yawning hugely as he lifted his brandy-glass and noted with a look of faint regret that it was empty. Now, if only I had legs to take me outside and carry me home. And if only you could remember where home is!" Eden Wendell, Baron Pelham, said dryly, You are foxt, Nat. We are all foxt. Have another drink. Kenneth Woodfall, Earl of Haverford, raised his glass, which still contained an inch of brandy. Sample complete. Ready to continue?