If I am to live, I have to be free of anger. The grouch and the brainstorm is not for me. Anger may be the dubious luxury of normal men, but for alcoholics these things are poison. They must be mastered. This business of resentment is infinitely grave.

For everyman who drinks others are involved -- the wife who trembles in fear of the next debauch; the mother and father who see their son wasting away.