"Do you know, Mary, that the true alcoholic" - and here she closed her eyes - "they fear nothing. Nothing. Oh, I've had the lot, I admit it, Mary. Methylated spirits. Turpentine. After-shave. The lot. Silver polish. Weed killer. Paint remover. Washing-up liquid. Everything. Disinfectant. 4711. Cough mixture. Nasal decongestant. Windolene Optrex. I've had them all. You see, Mary, that was before I came to value my sobriety above all things."