Gareth Harney@OptimoPrincipi
‘Even the best drunkards shorten their lives, never seeing the sun come up. Note their pale faces, sagging cheeks, red eyes and shaking hands that spill filled cups, breath reeking of last night’s wine jar, everything forgotten, memory dead. Soon any sleep they do have will be haunted, all their nights restless. Some people might call this ‘seizing the day’ – but while we all lose yesterday behind us, this lot ensure they lose tomorrow as well.’
Pliny the Elder, Natural History, 14. 147.