Hello sweetheart: I don't think I'll get drunk anymore. I didn't do anything to regret—it just wasn't as much fun as being sober. Last night around 9:30 I was working when the husband of the woman who talks so loud asked me over to their house to celebrate VE day. So I went, and drank more wine than I ever did before. And I got drunker than I ever did before too. I didn't even think I could act sober if I wanted to—I was making a lot of noice (they got me my drum), etc. I don't like it because I know I didn't drum good or make good jokes and I wasn't all there to appreciate other people's jokes—I sort of got "individual" and gound it hard to pay attention to other people. We went all over the town singing and beating drums, pots and pans, etc. It sounds like a lot of fun but I know I would have enjyed it better were I more sober.

—Richard Feynman, letter to Arline, May 9, 1945. From "Don't You Have Time to Think?" ed. Michelle Feynman.