Anthony Lane, reviewing Earth and High Heaven by Gwethalyn Graham, a best-seller from 1945
And so to no. 9. I have a problem with No. 9. I cannot read it. God knows, I have tried. I have downed three straight whiskeys and then tried to read it. I have leapt clean and sober from a cold shower, grabbed the book, and, standing upright, started to read it out loud. But the same thing always happened: I buckled like a puppet and fell asleep.
from Nobody's Perfect pages 394-395