human
You were ill, Noah, last night?
gpt
I had a confounded head-ache.
human
And you did not tell me.
gpt
You parted with me in anger, Mother. I felt so miserable! We never had a quarrel before, and I took the brandy to raise my spirits. It had a contrary effect. It made me drunk for the first time in my life.
human
I hope it will be the last.
gpt
Yes; if the repetition does not prove more agreeable. My temples throb--my limbs tremble--everything is distasteful. Who could feel pleasure in a vice so bestial?
human
Habit, Noah, reconciles us to many things which at first awaken only aversion and disgust. All pleasure which has its foundation in sin must end in pain and self-condemnation. Drunkenness is one of those vices which when first indulged creates the deepest shame and humiliation; but custom renders it a terrible necessity.