Mrs. Morse looked into the liquor and shuddered back from its odor. Maybe it would help. Maybe, when you had been knocked cold for a few days, your very first drink would give you a lift. Maybe whisky would be her friend again. She prayed without adressing a God, without knowing a God. Oh, please. please, let her be able to get drunk, please keep her always drunk.
She lifted the glass.
-- Dorothy Parker, Big Blonde