They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy.
JOHN MILTON
One infallible way to know that a country is at war is to read of the increased activity of the militant prohibitionists. Another fairly good way is to read statistics about the rise in pubcrawling, or as some people call it, alcoholic consumption. Which comes first, the chicken or the egg... the blue-nose or the red-nose?
Whichever, there can be no doubt that war’s fever breeds drought as well as thirst, and that for countless centuries some men have frowned and scolded and some men have drunk deeper as Mars squeezed them.