intoxication [Theme] Page 4

Sobriety is necessary in love as in life, the intoxication deprives a man of common sense, drives him to foolishness.

The grass in the Park seemed greener than usual, the benches, and flowers struggled trying to be more picturesque. Maybe for those who drank his, these things have not been so good, but with anyone who just started must be something there.

- You're drunk.
- Maybe, but you're dead.

That semester I began to realize that Sebastian was a drunkard in quite a different sense than I do. I got drunk often, but from excess of vitality, enjoying the moment and wish to drink it to the dregs; Sebastian drank to escape. The older and bigger we both became, the less I drank and the more he.

Out the back door tormozova machine fell out drunk. He began to poke her nose under your passport and say that there are no children. Rin is not too surprised: she was always in trouble.
Instead of quickly going through, she took the passport and shook. From the passport fell out of any, even the very young child.
- And the truth! she said. - No!.. Well, nothing: when you get - just come for the teaching tips!

The tinge of mystery enveloping Athos, made even more interesting this person, which even in moments of complete intoxication never gave no eyes, no tongue, despite all the delicacy to ask him questions.

Because human life is minute Oceania soul? And Eclipse of the soul, too? We all kind of drunk, only in their own way, one had more, another less. And who how does: one laughs in the eyes of this world and the other is crying on the chest of this world. One has vomit, and he was good, and the other just starting to feel sick. And I - what am I? I have a lot of taste, and no action, I even never like to be not laughed, and I didn't throw up once. I have tasted in this world so much that you lose count and consistency, I think clearly everyone in this world; I just have tight work...

When the world is all skewed, like in a distorting mirror, the image becomes normal only when you look at him through the bottom of the bottle.

Your smooth skin means for me same as for other matter in the family and home, your green eyes of the Sphinx was for me the same than for the other was Zarathustra, Zoroastrianism and the Vedas; no one could dream of opium, hashish and cocaine, as do I, inhaling the scent of your hair; and no, Sauternes, blue Malaga or benedictin did not bring such a glittering Golden-purple intoxication, as I'm wrapped in Valenciennes lace luxurious body!

- You're... drunk?
- No. Yes.

It seems that all is well and the world is so perfect.... I'm drunk or is this really so?

Each author must confine himself to what he has experienced. So, mark Antony composed a treatise on drunkenness.

In the heat of the disorderly intoxication, I suddenly noticed their position. I have noticed that you are a fool, deceiving himself by his actions. Sometimes, no matter how much I drank, I could not achieve even such a deceptive condition and immersed in unbridled anguish. When I artificially got fun, be sure then comes the reaction of despondency.

In the intoxication every
Slave of the anger and the fugitive mind.