Matilda FrazierYou're drinking too much as usual.Oliver Keane
How much, my love, is too much? Regard my excellent balance; look no hands!1947's The Unsuspected.
My mind lose it's razor edge? Do I slur my words? Do I forget anything?
The single solitary thing of all the things I'd give so much to forget, no, I'm still conscious. Therefore my sweet, far from having had too much, I've not had enough, yet.
