I discovered the wonderful power of wine. I understand why men become drunkards. For the way it worked on me was-not at all that it blotted out these sorrows-but that it made them seem glorious and noble, like sad music, and I somehow great and reverend for feeling them. I was a great, sad queen in my song. I did not check the big tears that rose in my eyes. I enjoyed them. To say all, I was drunk; I played the fool. – Till We Have Faces, C.S. Lewis