A transcribed self-exposure, with no evasions, describes a lost weekend which lasted twenty-five years- and all the symptoms in this syndrome, the plausibility and the pretense, the humiliation and contrition, and the renewal of resolution which breaks down with the first Martini, have their dreadful demonstration once again. The anonymous alcoholic here had a contented childhood, a pleasant wife and children, and a promising job. His first experiences with liquor at college parties went on to a conventional sort of social drinking through the prohibition era, then slipped into the guilty, deteriorating progression of sneaking drinks and hiding bottles, lying, blanking out, and fouling up some big deals as they came along -- until he reached a point where he was committed to a sanatorium. The introduction to A.A., and indoctrination in its principles, proved the turning point for him-as for so many others... The personal elements in this story, while familiar, make a more direct contact and strengthen its regenerative value for others concerned with this problem. The temperate market may abstain.