"When were you first drunk?"
"I was eighteen, I think."
"You've been undergoing a bodily change for ten years. During all that time your brain-cells have been changing their structure, and they'll never be healthy or normal until they've been made over. You can't accomplish that in a few weeks."
"Say, you don't mean I'm going to stay thirsty until my egg-shaped dome becomes round again?"
"Well, yes."
"Why, that might take years!"
"It took ten years to work the damage—it will probably take ten years to repair it."
Bob was aghast. "Good heavens! In ten years I'll be too old to drink—I'd tremble so that I'd spill it. But where did you get all this M. D. dope?"
"I've been reading. I've been talking to a doctor, too. You see, I wanted to help."
"Let's change doctors. Ten years! It can't be done."