Few subjects generate more heat and less light, more special pleading and less honest reflection, than addiction. Just as no one feels called upon to explain his good deeds by reference to his childhood, but only his bad ones, so no one ever describes his good habits as an addiction over which he has no control. The asymmetry is telling; as Edmund in King Lear puts it (and he knew a thing or two about bad behaviour), ‘an admirable evasion/Of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish/Disposition to the charge of a star!’

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