And any normal man, of himself and his needs, demands some hours of his fellow men.
And now we begin to come to it.

How to face the social intercourse game with the glamour gone?
John Barleycorn.

The ever patient one had waited a quarter of a century and more for me to reach my hand out in need of him.

His thousand tricks had failed, thanks to my constitution and good luck, but he had more tricks in his bag.

A cocktail or two, or several, I found, cheered me up for the foolishness of foolish people.