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An illness of this sort—and we have come to believe it an illness—involves those about us in a way no other human sickness can.

All of us spend much of our spare time in the sort of effort which we are going to describe.

How often have some of us begun to drink in this nonchalant way, and after the third or fourth, pounded on the bar and said to ourselves, “For God’s sake, how did I ever get started again?’’ Only to have that thought supplanted by “Well, I’ll stop with the sixth drink.’’ Or “What’s the use anyhow?’’ When this sort of thinking is fully established in an individual with alcoholic tendencies, he has probably placed himself beyond human aid, and unless locked up, may die or go permanently insane.

What sort of thinking dominates an alcoholic who repeats time after time the desperate experiment of the first drink?

This sort of thinking had to be abandoned.

What was that but a sort of faith?

Most of us have done that sort of thing.

Though there may be justifiable exceptions, and though we wish to lay down no rule of any sort, we have often found this the best course to take.

We women carry with us a picture of the ideal man, the sort of chap we would like our husbands to be.

This sort of thing can be avoided.

Naturally this sort of thing decreased the man’s chance of recovery.

He may wish to do a lot for other alcoholics and something of the sort may come up during business hours.

The right kind of man, the kind who recovers, will not want this sort of thing.