"I remember another solo trip, on the Berengaria, sailing from New York to Southampton. It was during Prohibition, and two acquaintances were aboard, fellows who were connected with a museum. I had brought a bottle of Scotch with me, and I used it to tempt them to talk. Like a sort of truth serum. Well, one of these fellows confided in me that he liked to wear a tiger-skin belt next to his skin — inside out, with the fur next to him. Facts like that make one feel blue-eyed and normal."