Birthday of poet Edna St. Vincent Millay, born 1892. She wrote:
"It is not true that life is one damn thing after another--it is one damn thing over and over."
One thing he knew, he’d had a genuine taste for the stuff. It hadn’t always been like that; he’d had to develop it. He loved to drink. Life was, he’d seen early on, a monotony. Drinking made things interesting, at least. Therein lay his desire for it, he supposed. -- Chapter 36, The Misforgotten.
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