Billy looked back down at the poem and decided the very first lines was the best place to start.

"MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains."

He looked up at her. "I've felt like that," he said. "Where I get so drunk everything becomes really numb and distant and far away, and it's a really good feeling because sometimes I'd search it out." He paused. "But this guy, he isn't really drunk. Is he?"