“Only for a brief moment every day in the warmth and renewed life of a first high-ball did his mind turn to those opalescent dreams of future pleasure-the mutual heritage of the happy and the damned. But this was only for a little while. As he grew drunker the dreams faded and he became a confused spectre, moving in odd crannies of his own mind, full of unexpected devices harshly contemptuous at best and reaching sodden and dispirited depths. One night in June he had quarreled violently with Maury over a matter of utmost triviality. He remembered dimly next morning it had been about a broken pint bottle of champagne.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Beautiful and Damned”, 1922
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