Why's he sober when I'm drunk?
I won't sleep in bed with sober man.

Let him get drun' too, an' both see snakes.
Then I'll sleep with him!" Jeremy's roving eye fell on the small doped bottle that I had taken from Grim's valise.

Looking preternaturally wise, he walked over to Yussuf Dakmar's bed, sat down on it with his back toward me and proceeded to unfold a plan.
"Allah makes all things easy," he began.

"It is lawful to take all precautions to confound the infidel.

We shall never get that drunkard to bed as long as there's any whisky, so let's encourage him to drink it all.