IV: pot: Doc stoned throughout book or not?

[Robin Landseadel]

On Aug 11, 2009, at 6:38 AM, Doug Millison wrote:

>> From: Carvill John <johncarvill at hotmail.com>
>>
>> . . . .I was just thinking out loud, how often in the book does Doc  
>> really seem stoned? Is it really as often as we think? Answer might  
>> be yes. I was just ponderin'...
>
> Granted, when it comes to pot there's stoned and then there's  
> STONED, 1 toke compared to 10, say,  but the folks I I know who  
> smoke pot daily seem to be getting a buzz on. Definitely a topic  
> worthy of attention in an IV group discussion, tracking how often  
> Doc smokes and how much each time, and how the author describes his  
> state of mind. . .

  . . . the botanical names of the particular varieties being smoked,  
what it tasted like, how it altered one's consciousness, how it  
compares to vintages past and—for certain time-travelers—future, if  
the inhalation in question led to some improved species of capnomancy:

	"How do you like this shit?" sez Saure.

	"Hiibsch," allows Gustav. "A trifle stahlig, and perhaps the  
infinitesimal hint of a Bodengeschmack behind its Kiirper, which is  
admittedly siiffig·"

	"I would rather have said spritzig," Saure disagrees, if that indeed  
is what it is. "Generally more bukettreich than last year's harvests,  
wouldn't you say?"

	"Oh, for an Haut Adas herbage it does have its Art. Certainly it can  
be described as kernig, even—as can often be said of that sauber  
quality prevailing in the Oued Nfis region-authentically pikant."
	
"Actually I would tend to suspect an origin somewhere along the  
southern slope of Jebel Sarho," Saure sez—"note the Spiel, rather  
glatt and blumig, even" the suggestion of a Fiille in its wiirzig  
audacity—" "No no no, Fiille is overstating it, the EI Abid Emerald we  
had last month had Fiille. But this is obviously more zart than that."

Followed by obs. from Philip Marlowe relaying states of mind  
possessing a remarkably similar literary quality.

					ANNOUNCER

	(organ)  The makers of Fantastic Cigarettes, long in the leaf and
	short in the can, bring you another true story from the tattered
	casebook of... Nick Danger, Third Eye.  Let's join him now in the
	adventure we call... Cut ‘em Off at the Past.  (organ fwah)
	
						NICK

	Let's get down to business.  (walk)  Uncross those beautiful
	stems of yours, baby, here's the case I call number 666.  It all
	began innocently enough on Tuesday.   I was sitting in my office
	on that drizzly afternoon listening to the monotonous staccato of
	rain on my desktop and reading my name on the glass of my
	office door.  Regnad Kcin.  My secretary lay snoring on the floor
	(snores) her long, beautiful gams pinioned under the couch. I
	didn't hear him enter, (creaky door/walking) but my nostrils
	flared at the smell of his perfume... Pyramid Patchouli. There
	was only one joker in L.A. sensitive enough to wear that scent
	and I had to find out who he was. . .