9/16 In the morning, however, he always found himself in it--generally with an aching head, and always with a mingled disgust at and desire for drink. All day he worked with might and main, such might and main as he had--worked as if for his life, and all to procure the means of death. No one ever sought to treat him, and from no one would he accept drink. He was a man of such inborn honesty, that the usurping demon of a vile thirst had not even yet, at the age of forty, been able to cast it out. The last little glory-cloud of his origin was trailing behind him--but yet it trailed. |