You wouldn’t think much of it sitting there in the cabinet. It was always the first glass she reached for after 6 PM. It always seemed ritualistic in fashion. It stood tall on the marble counter top. It reflected the waning afternoon light. The emptiness of it almost beckoning her. The crystal goblet seemed to hold more than just the crimson red Cabernet Sauvignon or the sweet cake like Moscato. She filled the glass with her stresses and her problems. These issues disappeared with the wine simultaneously.
“One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters…But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.”