If Canada had a soul (a doubtful proposition, Moses thought) then it wasn't to be found in Batoche or the Plains of Abraham or Fort Walsh or Charlottetown or Parliament Hill, but in The Caboose and thousands of bars like it that knit the country together from Peggy's Cove, Nova Scotia, to the far side of Vancouver Island.

I had also read somewhere that if a man didn't truly believe or understand what he was espousing, somehow he could do a more convincing job

An alcoholic is someone you don't like, who drinks as much as you do.