My grandfather came back from the First World War and sank into alcoholism. He could afford it, at least at first. By the end, although he was living in a nursing home, he still retained a chauffeur and went on a daily pub crawl through South Dublin. I imagine the thoughts that lurked at the bottom of the glass.
An Irish Officer Foresees His Death in the Pubs of Dalkey.
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