I have been drunk just twice in my life, and the second time was that afternoon; so everything that happened has a dim, hazy cast over it, although until after eight o'clock the apartment was full of cheerful sun. Sitting on Tom's lap Mrs. Wilson called up several people on the telephone; then there were no cigarettes, and I went out to buy some at the drugstore on the corner. When I came back they had disappeared, so I sat down discreetly in the living-room and read a chapter of SIMON CALLED PETER.--either it was terrible stuff or the whiskey distorted things, because it didn't make any sense to me.
This excerpt shows how much of a hypocrite Nick is. He is hypocritical about himself. He says he doesn't drink, but he drinks frequently during this story. He says he isn't judgemental, but he always judges everybody. He reminds me of the warden from The Shawkshank Redemption. 

