There are two stories here - a 1960's manuscript and the tale of the writer. But how much is true? Both stories require concentration to untangle this enigmatic novel, but it's worth persevering.
I remember it alright. It was a great party, quoth he.
... Eh mind ut ahriyt.
Stewart ... self-consciously fastened thick blond wings behind his ear. His voice was a low and reflective murmur.
Up thi Blackie. Tap flair. Eh mind thir wiz a bit a bahthir ... sumhin t'dae wi Rab. Eh canna riyt mind.
