Born Shouting

Two peasants discuss the need to rebuild a boundary wall that lies between their properties:

“…my luck is such that no sooner would we complete the task than the sun would go black, with all the toil for naught.”

The first flourished his arms in derisive reject of the argument.

“This is a risk we must assume. Notice: I drink wine, though I may not live to become drunk. Does this deter me? No! I reject the future; I drink now, I become drunk as circumstances dictate.”

from The Eyes Of The Overworld – Jack Vance page 187.

…don’t let fear of the future hold you back…drink to it…