Stone cold

Yes, a sip I took made me want -want, not get- more. There was drinking, but sir, why do you fancy me as drunk? Things got just a little bit hazy. Now that's the point. I'm stone cold sober. Let me tell you something, there's nothing cheap as words. You must forget, too, what I said tonight. The mad sickness had left me now. My blood went cold. And sir, a few days will remove all that I said. And that last hour- it passed right there. Once conceived, I can't undo it. I can assure you, it will haunt me forever, with all the extraordinary details. But I'm stone cold..sober, sir. Please excuse my frequent pauses, I'm just wondering how did I enter the room in the first place. It was that horrible drink, sir. It was that horrible, horrible drink.