I gestured at my litre of fizzy red wine. “Want a drop of this?” I asked him.
"No thanks. I try not to drink at lunchtime.”
"So do I. But I never quite make it.”
"I feel like shit all day if I drink at lunchtime.”
"Me too. But I feel like shit all lunchtime if I don’t.”
"Yes, well it all comes down to choices, doesn’t it?” he said.
"It’s the same in the evenings. Do you want to feel good at night or do you want to feel good in the morning? It’s the same with life. Do you want to feel good young or do you want to feel good old? One or the other, not both.”
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From Money by Martin Amis:
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I gestured at my litre of fizzy red wine. “Want a drop of this?” I asked him.
"No thanks. I try not to drink at lunchtime.”
"So do I. But I never quite make it.”
"I feel like shit all day if I drink at lunchtime.”
"Me too. But I feel like shit all lunchtime if I don’t.”
"Yes, well it all comes down to choices, doesn’t it?” he said. "It’s the same in the evenings. Do you want to feel good at night or do you want to feel good in the morning? It’s the same with life. Do you want to feel good young or do you want to feel good old? One or the other, not both.”
"Isn’t it a tragedy?”
Until technology advances far enough to where hangovers are a thing of the past, or liver replacements get cheap, or we just live forever.