"It fair beat him, your coming back, sir.
It's awful temptation, the drink.

I lived in it for years, and it's cruel hard to fight it when you're worked up either way, sorrow or joy.
There's a real pleasure in being drunk, I'm sure.

While it lasts you're rich, and you're young, and you don't care what happens.

It's kind of you to take it like this, sir, seeing you've never been tempted and mightn't understand." David shook his head sadly, and looked at Soolsby in silence.
"I don't suppose he took a quarter what he used to take, but it made him drunk.

'Twas but a minute of madness.