I must add to my list of things that truly make life worth living, the activity of lying in a steaming bath reading aloud to oneself some Edgar Rice-Burroughs. I was half cut on Vodka, as usual, had just finished shaving, and was reading some ERB from the Barsoom series. There was no one around, so I started to read it aloud to myself, adding the necessary dramatic tones of voice as if it were a 1930’s radio presentation.

Try it: get rid of the trouble-and-strife, keep a bottle of hard spirits on hand and read to yourself. Read something old fashioned and naive and dramatic, not something modern ad cynical and cruel. Trust me, young man, you will discover an unlikely source of pleasure.