![]() So short a period of sleep then intervened before early morning rising that my system did not have time to work off the alcohol. Sometimes two or three drinks were required. When I had read two or three of the small hours away and was as wide awake as ever, I found that a drink furnished the soporific effect. I had been accustomed to read myself back asleep when I chanced to awake. My sleep, always excellent, now became not quite so excellent. In the late afternoon it was Scotch and soda. Bourbon or rye, or cunningly aged blends, constituted the pre- midday drinking. It gave quicker action with less quantity. I had neither the time in which to drink them nor the space to accommodate them. The time came when cocktails were inadequate. The more I drank, the more I was compelled to drink in order to get an effect. But I did get a jingle twice each day and the amount of alcohol I consumed every day, if loosed in the system of one unaccustomed to drink, would have put such a one on his back and out. Nobody ever saw me drunk, for the simple reason that I never was drunk. ![]() Again, in the hour preceding the evening meal, I developed another pleasant jingle. Then, between that and the midday meal, were drinks numerous enough to develop a pleasant jingle. My programme was no drink in the morning first drink- time came with the completion of my thousand words. ![]() ![]() ![]() Back on the ranch, in the Valley of the Moon, I resumed my steady drinking. ![]()
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