He informed his hearers, "in the bigoted tones of a married teetotaler," that he had gone to the root of the matter--the roots were apparently on the surface--and that it was no use calling black white and white black.
He for one did not believe in muddling up black and white, as some lukewarm people advocated, till they were only a dirty gray.

No; either drink was right or it was wrong.

If it was not wrong to get drunk, he did not know what was wrong.

He was not a man of compromise.

Alcohol was a servant of the devil, and to tamper with it was to tamper with the Evil One himself.