He can tuck in his arm the arm of any man in any mood.

He can throw the net of his lure over all men.

He exchanges new lamps for old, the spangles of illusion for the drabs of reality, and in the end cheats all who traffic with him.
I didn't get drunk, however, for the simple reason that it was a mile and a half to the nearest saloon.

And this, in turn, was because the call to get drunk was not very loud in my ears.

Had it been loud, I would have travelled ten times the distance to win to the saloon.