He forgot, and lived again, and, living, he saw, in clear illumination, the beast he was making of himself--not by the drink, but by the work.

The drink was an effect, not a cause.

It followed inevitably upon the work, as the night follows upon the day.

Not by becoming a toil-beast could he win to the heights, was the message the whiskey whispered to him, and he nodded approbation.

The whiskey was wise.