`` That was a terrible thing to do '', I said to Oso.

`` But that was war '', I said.

Still, I was disgusted with myself for agreeing with Montero's methods.

In the brief moment I had to talk to them before I took my post on the ring of defenses, I indicated I was sickened by the methods men employed to live and trade on the river.

Next to him was a young boy I was sure had sat near me at one of the trading sessions.

Now under me I could see him for what he really was, a boy dressed up in streaks of paint.

Such was my state of mind that I did not question the possibility of this ; ;

under the circumstances I was only too willing to confess all.

I was nearly thirty at the time.

It was dark and, I sensed, very large ; ;

Sometimes I was aware of people moving about in the darkness.

This impressed me, until I realized how limited was his sphere of influence.

I felt certain he was really a spineless little man.

Once, pressing him, I learned that his job was only part-time, in the afternoons when nothing went on in the hall.

In the mornings, I was informed, fluorescent tubes, similar to the one above the counter, illuminated the entire hall.

I was shown, instead, a batch of white tickets of the sort handed out, he told me, every morning.

Now, here was something of obvious importance to me, yet when I reached for the tickets he snatched them away from my hand.

It was, I felt, possible that they were men who, having received no tickets for that day, had remained in the hall, to sleep perhaps, in the corners farthest removed from the counter with its overhead light.

I felt certain it was self-appointed.

I decided to see no more of the clerk until the processing of my papers was completed.

I was constantly searching for clues around the neighborhood of the hall.

When confronted with a drunk or an insane person I have no notion of what any one of them might do to me or to himself or to others.

I was drunk with excitement and the smell of gunpowder that came floating down from the road, and the fact that I was not afraid now, but only waiting to know what to do next.

It was just me and Eileen getting drunk together like we used to in the old days, and me staring at her across the table crazy to get my hands on her partly because I wanted to wring her neck because she was so ornery but mostly because she was so wonderful to touch.

She got so drunk I had to take her home.

Getting drunk every night was the only way I could handle the situation.

`` I was full of booze and, well, a drunk is apt to do anything he says he'll do ''.

`` Wally's drunk -- I'll get him out of here as soon as I possibly can, but I don't want Shirley to see him like this.

But then I looked at Shirley and thought that I might as well -- the child needed her sleep, and Heaven knew what kind of a mess it would be, with Wally coming home drunk.

:" I was born in France, I have drunk the waters of her culture.

There ain't nothin ' funny about a drunk [...] I was really starting to believe that there was something amusing and wonderfully American about being a drunk.

Grace was a non-smoker but he enjoyed good food and wine ; many years later, when discussing the overheads incurred during Lord Sheffield's profitless tour of Australia in 1891 – 92, Arthur Shrewsbury commented: " I told you what wine would be drunk by the amateurs ; Grace himself would drink enough to swim a ship.

The related sentence join veden, " I drank ( the ) water ", using the accusative case instead, assumes that there was a specific countable portion of water that was completely drunk.

" Caroline claimed George was so drunk that he " passed the greatest part of his bridal night under the grate, where he fell, and where I left him ".

Before mystai could enter the Telesterion, they would recite, " I have fasted, I have drunk the kykeon, I have taken from the kiste (" box ") and after working it have put it back in the kalathos (" open basket ").

Wall Street got drunk — that's one of the reasons I asked you to turn off the TV cameras — it got drunk and now it's got a hangover.

When they had eaten and drunk I sent two of my company to see what manner of men the people of the place might be, and they had a third man under them.

As detailed in her 2002 autobiography, I'm the One That I Want, in 1995 her substance abuse was evident during a performance in Monroe, Louisiana, where she was booed off the stage by 800 college students after going on the stage drunk.

`` I saw your fire '', she said, speaking slowly, making an effort to control her anger.

I had felt the draft they were making while mounting the stairs.

I let up on the accelerator, only to gradually reach again the 60 m.p.h. which would, I hoped, overhaul Herry and the blonde, and as there were cars whose drivers apparently had something more important to catch than had I, Mrs. Major Roebuck settled down to practicing on Corporal Johnson the kittenish wiles she would need when making her duty call on Colonel and Mrs. Somebody in Sante Fe.

In the half darkness I approached cautiously, making sure he did not see me.

I am not making a clinical judgment here, for such personal tragedies are real and are commonplace in the analyst's consulting room, but literature makes a different claim upon our sympathies than tragedy in life.

`` It was then I knew that they were making war against Man, the individual within!!

Here Wright gave a slight sigh of weariness, and continued, `` It means more long years lived across the social grain of the life of our people, making shift to live in the face of popular disrespect and misunderstanding as I best can for myself and those dependent upon me ''.

I fled, however, not from what might have been the natural fear of being unable to disguise from you that the things about my bridegroom -- in the sense you meant the word `` things '' -- which you had been galvanizing yourself to tell me as a painful part of your maternal duty were things which I had already insisted upon finding out for myself ( despite, I may now say, the unspeakable awkwardness of making the discovery on principle, yes, on principle, and in cold blood ) because I was resolved, as a modern woman, not to be a mollycoddle waiting for Life but to seize Life by the throat.

After making a short statement about human rights, and the freedom to travel, I told them I would be going to the Kehl bridge the next morning in order to cross the Rhine into Germany.

`` I soon came back to my senses '', he said, aloud, to the young blizzard, proudly, drawing himself up, as if making a report to some important superior.

I decided I hated the Pedersen kid too, dying in our kitchen while I was away where I couldn't watch, dying just to entertain Hans and making me go up snapping steps and down a drafty hall, Pa lumped under the covers at the end like dung covered with snow, snoring and whistling.

At 7:25 two hotel doormen came thumping down the steps, carrying a saw-horse to be set up as a barricade in front of the haberdashery store window next to the entranceway, and as I watched them in their gaudy red coats that nearly scraped the ground, their golden, fringed epaulets and spic, red-visored caps, I suddenly saw just over their shoulders Jessica gracefully making her way through the crowd.

I was saved from making the decision as the phone rang, and the girls were upon me instantly.

I made plans for the afternoon -- doing the breakfast and luncheon dishes all at once, making the beds, and then maybe painting the kitchen.

I explained, however, that I had my share of hardship in making my daily pilgrimage to the feet of wisdom.