"We are driven to the rituals of connection we find in music and dancing and food and storytelling and narcotics and fucking while the rain falls outside. I can hide my dis-ease under booze or hard labor or good works or literature, or any other obsession. But it comes back in the morning.
That's what I did for so long in the taverns, patch over the hole. But my cures were not cures at all; they were places to hide. Surrounded by people, I practiced irony and sarcasm, the easiest arts."
-William Kittredge, Who Owns The West?