Summary
Jack London: John Barleycorn
»First of all, I'm an experienced drunk. I have no physical inclination towards alcohol. I'm not stupid. I'm not a pig. I know drinking from A to Z, and I use my own judgment when I drink. They never have to carry me to bed. I don't even stumble. In short, I'm a normal, average person;
and I drink in a normal, average way, as far as drinking is concerned.
And that's exactly the point: I'm writing about the effects of alcohol on a normal, average person...
The point is that the availability of alcohol allowed me to love it. I didn't care for him at first. I used to laugh at him. And look at me now, at the end, possessed by the lust of a drunkard. It took twenty years to instill that desire; and for the next ten years this desire intensified...
I was a newspaper seller, a sailor, a miner, a wanderer in faraway lands... and always where men met to exchange opinions, to laugh and praise and challenge, to relax, to forget the grim price they pay for blacking out day and night, they always met with alcohol. The tavern was a gathering place. All roads led to the inn...
That's the way of life for followers of John Barleycorn. When they are lucky, they drink. When they don't have luck, they drink hoping for it. If they are unhappy, they drink to forget. If they meet a friend, they drink. If they quarrel with him and are left without him, they drink. If their seduction is crowned with success, they are so happy that they simply have to drink. If they reject them, they drink for the opposite reasons. And if they simply have nothing to do, well, they drink..." (from the book)
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