"Drunk? Sure, I’m drunk." Reich thrust his legs out of the bed and stood up, reeling slightly. Duffy came to him at once and he put his arm around her waist for support. "Why shouldn’t I be drunk? I’ve licked D’Courtney. I’ve licked Powell. I’m forty years old. I’ve got sixty years of owning the whole world ahead of me. Yes, Duffy ... the whole damned world!" He began walking around the room with Duffy. It was like a stroll through her ebullient erotic mind. A peeper decorator had reproduced Duffy’s psyche perfectly in the decor.