• All my favorite establishments were either overly crowded or pathetically empty. People either sipped fine vintages in celebration or gulped intoxicants of who cares what kind, drowning themselves in a lack of moderation, raising a glass to lower inhibitions, imbibing spirits to raise their own.

    Monique Truong (2004). “The Book of Salt: A Novel”, p.5, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt