Edmund Wilson's "Wilbur Flick"

After that, I saw the Flicks less often. This sudden and rapid moving seemed to become a mania with Wilbur. He had added narcotics to his liquor, and he was very soon suffering from a delusion that it was utterly impossible for him to get to sleep—he liked to dramatize his insomnia with a kind of diluted Weltschmerz that had a flavor of both Hemingway and Spengler—without a complicated ritual of drug-taking.