Larry said to him sourly, “You drink too much. You can begin to see the veins breaking in your nose.”
Sam looked at him patiently.
Larry said, “How'd you like to come over and toss back a few tonight?”
“I'm working. I thought you were on vacation.”
Larry sighed. “I am,” he said. “O.K., so you can't take a night off and lift a few with an old buddy.”
“That's right. Anything else, Larry?”
“Yes. Look, have you ever heard of an inventor named Ernest Self?”
“Sure I've heard of him. Covered a hassle he got into some years ago. A nice guy.”
“I'll bet,” Larry said. “What does he invent, something to do with printing presses, or something?”
“Printing presses? Don't you remember the story about him?”