“Drowsy Drunkenness”

I remember being struck with the appearance of one poor fellow in a corner. He probably was not much older than myself; yet his face was bloated, his eyes inflamed, and he leaned back in that state of drowsy drunkenness which it is so disgusting to behold. I presume his companions- those who had made merry with him until he was brought to this stage of degradation- had left him in scorn; and there he sat, or rather supported himself in the corner, not half wake, and the subject of many a gibe and light laugh. Was it not a warning to me? And yet I was not warned. (28)