gin-drugged

Updated: May 22, 2025

"You can't tell me what to do with it, I'm afraid, Tommy!" said Clare. Already it was as if from all eternity he had loved this helpless little waif of Time, with its small, thin, blue-gray, gin-drugged face; this tiny life, so hopeless, so miserable, yet so uncomplaining: the thing that was, was the thing for it to bear; it had come into the world to bear it!

George MacDonald - A Rough Shaking