" He looked at her with contempt, the contempt that silver might feel for sodden flesh. “She never could hold her liquor.” “We were pub-crawling,” I said. “We had a wizard do.” He looked at me sharply. “Evidently. Now why should you be interested in a bag of worms like this?” “You’re talking about the woman I love. "

― Ross Macdonald , The Moving Target (Lew Archer #1)