Mightily Reassured

I can’t even see the point of drinking unless you at least think you’re going to get drunk.

From Martin Amis (The Information):

Richard was drinking “from the mini-bar, which sounds comparatively prudent of him. Given a free hand, he might have been drinking from something bigger. Richard was drinking beer from the mini-bar because there was nothing else left in the mini-bar, except for mixers and snacks. Slowly Richard’s head jerked back. He stared at his drink with indignation. The softly humming liquid seemed disturbingly bland to his tongue. The suspicion formed that it contained no alcohol. Under the light he peered closely at the bottle until he found some small print warning that its contents might fuck up pregnant women. And so he drank on, calmly nodding, mightily reassured.”