You can't write drunk.
Drunkenness is the very sepulcher Of man's wit and his discretion.
Alcohol is barren. The words a man speaks in the night of drunkenness fade like the darkness itself at the coming of day.
Drunkenness, the ruin of reason, the destruction of strength, premature old age, momentary death.
The secret of drunkenness is, that it insulates us in thought, whilst it unites us in feeling.
A drunk man is capable of every evil and prone to every temptation… Drinking renders its adherent incapable of any task
Drunkenness was extremely common… It seemed for many the only refuge from depression and misery. The effect of drunkenness upon the ordinary relationship of husband and wife, parents and children, was disastrous.
She was a baroness—a member of the aristocracy who was a social reformer