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Oh the horror of it. Loss of character
time, money, intelect [sic: intellect], health, red bloated
face, bleary eyed, unsteady step,
unsteady hand, mudled [sic: muddled] brain,
and idiotic appearance, thick tongued
speach [sic: speech], senseless flat talk, loss of memory
and what is the gain, the compensation.
Just this, the sensation of drunkeness.

7 Nov 1908 Saturday came
Voltie came at 3 a.m. came in
very softly and quietly but I heard him.
He had driven away up to the villiage
with Stell Taggart & broke Woodman's
buggy top. Grace sewing on Mauds red
dress. V is so drunk he is strange.
Oh tis terrible. I dont know what
I'm going to do. Wish I could go
away somewhere and never come back
again. When, last Christmas, Voltie
made me a present of this diary I
never thought I would have to record
the above event but he has promised
Grace his own little sister that he
will not drink any more and sealed
it with a pledge.