I long ago reached an age when the convivialism of life ceased to cut any figure in the equation of my desires and habits.

It is the never-failing recourse of the intolerant, however, to ascribe an individual, and, of course, an unworthy, motive to contrariwise opinions, and I have not escaped that kind of criticism.
The challenge underlying prohibition is twofold: Does prohibition prohibit, and, if it does, may it not generate evils peculiarly its own?
The question hinges on what are called "sumptuary laws"; that is, statutes regulating the food and drink, the habits and apparel of the individual citizen.

This in turn harks back to the issue of paternal government.

That, once admitted and established, becomes in time all-embracing.
Bigotry is a disease.

The bigot pursuing his narrow round is like the bedridden possessed by his disordered fancy.