Telephone poles were matchsticks, put there to be snapped off at a whim. Dogs trotting across the road were suddenly big trucks. Old ladies turned into moving—vans. Everything was too bright, but very funny and made for my delight. And about half a mile from my long liquid breakfast I turned carefully down a side street and parked, and sat beaming happily through the tannic fog for about an hour, remembering how witty we all had been, how handsome and talented ... [ellipsis in original]
M.F.K. Fisher (1908–1992), U.S. culinary writer and autobiographer. The Tea Lover's Treasury, Introduction (1982).
Fisher had stopped drinking tea, which she loved, forty—five years earlier, because it made her "drunk as a skunk." Here she was remembering an instance of driving under the influence of tea. The book's author is James Norwood Platt.