He was feeling impulsive, reckless. The dousing of alcohol wasn’t helping matters. How foolish he had been to assume that an opportunity for a private moment with the Mermaid would present itself! He felt like a man who wakes in the dead of night to jot down some epiphany in the dark, only to rise the next morning to discover he’d written an unintelligible scrawl. He had no plan! There would be no revelation!
