An immature man in strong drink is a most annoying creature. I blush to remember some of the things I did, and the things done to me in return by indignant figures of various sorts including the police... being released from a police cell in the small hours of the morning with torn clothes, a black eye and a raging hangover, with an impending court appearance and probably terminal trouble with the university hanging over me, is something I remember still, fifty-one years later. And that wasn't the only time either.
Be kind and understanding with the young provided they haven't kicked anyone to death. Their heads hurt and they are very sorry really.
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