"It came to that one night when we were in the inn again, and we were drunk as usual. In fact we were at the moment of drunkenness that the two of us had come to call the Golden Moment, when everything made sense. We always tried to stretch out that moment, and then inevitably one of us would confess, 'I can't follow anymore, I think the Golden Moment's passed.'"
Copyright © 1985 by Anne O'Brien Rice.
