The first quarter of the bottle, I found myself disgusted.
Every effort towards another sip was hesitant labor. My thoughts
danced along... "I suppose this will to go to waste."

The first half of the bottle, I found myself immune.
I could not be stirred by such a lowly force. I thought
myself totally immune til I got up from my seat:
"Ah, it has captured my body- the lower of two forms."

By the third quarter of the bottle, I was entranced by reality
The world was swirling with romance. Every angle from which I
viewed had been appended by an extra few meters, giving the
illusion that it were being shot by a cinema camera. I saw this
happening: that it were not real. But it did not matter. How wonderful,
that this state of mind were accessible at any moment, barred only
by the presence of a cork? How wonderful, if a person could remain in
that state forever?