He had discovered, quite be accident, that it could be a fine thing, on a grey, dismal morning - a morning of limp, oyster coloured weather - to be gently but firmly drunk, making a pleasure of melancholy. But it had to be undertaken with a chemist's precision; bad things could happen in the event of a mistake.
W. Tevis, The man who fell to earth (1963), 25
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