He may bubble with wit, or expand with good fellowship.

Or he may see intellectual spectres and phantoms that are cosmic and logical and that take the forms of syllogisms.

It is when in this condition that he strips away the husks of life's healthiest illusions and gravely considers the iron collar of necessity welded about the neck of his soul.

This is the hour of John Barleycorn's subtlest power.

It is easy for any man to roll in the gutter.