“There wasn’t the inimitable hoarseness of an honest-to-God drunk in the lot. It was unthinkable that there was a man in the saloon without a glass in his hand, but it was also unlikely that many men would have their glass filled more than twice. They didn’t drink at the Meadows now the way that they used to in the old days when Finnerty and Shepherd and Paul had joined the organization, it used to be that they’d come up to the Meadows to relax and really tie one on as a relief from the terribly hard work of war production. Now the point seemed to pretend drunkenness, but to stay sober and discard only those inhibitions and motor skills one could safely do without.”
Kurt Vonnegut Jr., “Player Piano”, 1952.
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