At the time, and for a long time afterward, I was to think of it only as a frolic.

But still later, in the slough of brain-fag and intellectual weariness, I was to remember and know the craving for the anodyne that resides in alcohol.
In the meantime, after this one relapse at Benicia, I went on with my abstemiousness, primarily because I didn't want to drink.

And next, I was abstemious because my way led among books and students where no drinking was.

Had I been out on the adventure-path, I should as a matter of course have been drinking.

For that is the pity of the adventure-path, which is one of John Barleycorn's favourite stamping grounds.
I completed the first half of my freshman year, and in January of 1897 took up my courses for the second half.