“Good God, what does it matter? If life is a tragedy, or a farce, or a disaster or anything else, what do I care! Let life be what it likes. Give me a drink, that’s what I want just now.”
“What I said was…you never tell me about you, & you drink me up, get me up like a cup with both hands & drink yourself breathless - & - & there you are – you, you never pour me any wine of yourself –“