Coffee

I stoped drinking coffee at a certain point in my life, cause I thought I'm gonna gave a heart-attack. well it turned out that I was just stresses and my heart was telling that to me in a very alarming fashion. Fair enough. But what a goddamn drama queen, a?

Anyway, yesterday, reading my book I came across this wonderful passage:

Forty years ago, the Persian Shah Tahmasp, who was the archenemy of the Ottomans as well at the world's greatest patron-king of the art of painting, began to grow senile and lost his enthusiasm for wine, music, poetry and painting; futhermore, he quit drinking coffee, and naturally, his brain stoped working. [...]
One day when he had grown even older, he was possesed by jinn, had nevrous fit, and begging God's forgivness, completely swore off, wine, handsome young boys, and painting, which is proof enough that after this great shah lost his taste for coffee, he also lost his mind.

Orhan Pamuk: My name is Red