He had been a pretty hopeless drunkard since he was 18. In sober intervals, he managed to succeed as a poet and novelist. Married twice, he had sacrificed both devoted women, in turn, to his love for liquor. All the usual treatments had failed: psychiatry, mental hospitals, sanitariums, Alcoholics Anonymous. Knowin, that he was on the verge of insanity, and terrified by his hallucinations, he took a job as attendant in a mental hospital. That did it.
The chief actor in this storya gaunt, red-haired Californian whose pen name is Harold Mainelast week published...
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