"end" in the Big Book

At the end of it, my reports to Wall Street procured me a position there and the use of a large expense account.

My weary and despairing wife was informed that it would all end with heart failure during delirium tremens, or I would develop a wet brain, perhaps within a year.

Everyone became resigned to the certainty that I would have to be shut up somewhere, or would stumble along to a miserable end.

Near the end of that bleak November, I sat drinking in my kitchen.

We were in a position where life was becoming impossible, and if we had passed into the region from which there is no return through human aid, we had but two alternatives: One was to go on to the bitter end, blotting out the consciousness of our intolerable situation as best we could; and the other, to accept spiritual help.

It was the end of a perfect day, not a cloud on the horizon.

Instead of regarding ourselves as intelligent agents, spearheads of God’s ever advancing Creation, we agnostics and atheists chose to believe that our human intelligence was the last word, the alpha and the omega, the beginning and end of all.

But this is not an end in itself.

Wait for the end of the spree, or at least for a lucid interval.

They should wait for the end of his next drinking bout.

In desperation, we have even got tight ourselves—the drunk to end all drunks.

He will wish for the end.

At one end of the room stood a glass covered directory of local churches.