So I want to thank my friend beyond measure for what he’s done. He just stuck it into my pocket. I was in the kitchen…pouring him a drink, by the way…and he comes quietly into the kitchen, takes this letter from his pocket. And so people think, well, you shouldn’t drink, you shouldn’t eat this, you shouldn’t do this to be holy. Forget it! Forget all this nonsense about food. No one is brought before God because he’s a vegetarian or he doesn’t drink or he doesn’t smoke, forget all this nonsense. Hasn’t a thing to do with this great mystery. Here I am pouring him a drink. He’s always accusing me of pouring him too heavy a drink, always. We have the same maid, so he tells the maid that “Mr. Neville pours me too heavy a drink.” And I said, “Go back and tell her I don’t pour the drink, I make him pour his own. So if he gets drunk at my home, he blames his own self for that, not me. I don’t pour anymore.”342 ¶34