Be drunk--that is your sole concern. To ease the pain as Time's dread burden weighs down upon you and crushes you to earth, you must be drunk without respite. But drunk with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you please. And if sometimes on the steps of palaces, or in the green grass of a ditch, or in the dreary solitude of your room, you should awaken and find your drunkenness half-over or fully gone, ask of wind, wave, star, bird, or clock, of all that moves, sighs, flies, or speaks, what time is it. And wind, wave, star, bird, and clock will answer, it is time to be drunk, to throw off the chains and martyrdom of Time, be drunk, be drunk eternally. With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you please.

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