Devil ether. It makes you behave like the village drunkard in some early Irish novel. Total loss of all basic motor skills. Blurred vision, no balance, numb tongue. The mind recoils in horror unable to communicate with the spinal column which is interesting because you can actually watch yourself behaving in this terrible way but you can’t control it.
-I forgot about the beer. You want some?
-No.
-How about some ether?
-What?
How about some ether?
