Demented is different to drunk. I think people get demented the same way they get annoying. The thing you don’t like about them just gets worse, until one day you find that’s all there is left of them — the fuss and the show of it — the actual person has snuck out the back and gone home.
—Anne Enright, The Forgotten Waltz, “Save the Last Dance for Me,” p. 194
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