Saturday, September 25, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
a medicine for my mind
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
vin de pays du vaucluse
Friday, February 6, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
unconscious of nightfall
in less than half-an-hour the started, the cider-makers in the yard having ceased their labours and gone away, so that the only sounds audible there now were the trickling of the juice from the tightly screwed press, and the buzz of a single wasp, which had drunk itself so tipsy that it was unconscious of nightfall.
thomas hardy - the woodlanders - 1887
thomas hardy - the woodlanders - 1887
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
with harvey at charlie's
Monday, February 25, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
capering about most obstreperously
the liquor soon mounted into their heads, as it generally does even with the arrantest topers newly landed from sea, and they began capering about most obstreperously.
(from the spouter-inn chapter)
when stubb reappeared, he came with a dark flask in one hand, and a sort of tea-caddy in the other. the first contained strong spirits, and was handed to queequeg; the second was aunt charity's gift, and that was freely given to the waves.
(from the monkey rope chapter)
"that drove the spigot out of him!" cries stubb. "'tis july's immortal fourth; all fountains must run wine to-day! would now, it were old orleans whiskey, or old ohio, or unspeakable old monongahela! then, tashtego, lad, i'd have ye hold a canakin to the jet, and we'd drink round it! yea, verily, hearts alive, we'd brew choice punch in the spread of his spout-hole there, and from that live punch-bowl quaff the living stuff!"
(from pitchpoling chapter)
herman melville: moby-dick, 1851
Thursday, February 7, 2008
whiskey and soda for me
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