Autor sucks on the edge of the rag, and then speaks again. "Actually, I've been told to stop drinking so much of it," he says. "It makes me anemic to have too much."

He drinks too much and then he swoons, which is what he did on Lohengrin today--something he'd conveniently blocked out already. Rather than wallow in his embarrassment, he turns his head, careful not to let the rags slip. "Where did you learn all of this?"