He holds desperately to a conviction that, although he has not been able to handle alcohol in the past, he will ultimately succeed in becoming a controlled drinker. One of medicine's queerest animals, he is, as often as not, an acutely intelligent person.
He fences with professional men and relatives who attempt to aid him and he gets a perverse satisfaction out of tripping them up in argument."
The Jack Alexander Article From the March 1941 issue of The Saturday Evening Post
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