Dear Bernard, I’m afraid I have to ask you a very obscure question, which you just may know the answer to. I once remember a conversation in either Sharpe’s Trafalgar, or perhaps Sharpe’s Fury, where a gentleman talked to Sharpe about his love of tea. He referred to it lovingly by a nickname, and then realized that nickname was actually intended as a name for falling sleep. Please, demonstrate an unmeasurable knowledge of your works and tell me the affectionate term he used. I remember thinking it was quite profound at the time, before it dissolved one night into my own peaceful rest. Your writing is fantastic. All the very best. – Adrian