Drink.
Drink because you enjoy it, drink because you want to be
with friends; drink with travellers who turn up in your pub, eager to know what the
local beer tastes like; drink because you accept and enjoy the song of nature,
the watery sky of January, the clear piping sound of bird song in January, the
placid waters of life’s quiet moments, the end of the busy day; drink because
Phlebas the Phoenician has been a fortnight dead; drink because you thought
that death had not undone so many; drink because all’s well that ends well,
because in the morning the school of well-being will open its doors, and when
it rains you can forget about the rain and carry on drinking; drink on the idle
of hill of summer, warm and drowsy, ready to range the world, drink for god’s sake; drink for the wintery
haw is burning out of season and you must drink; drink, imbibe, swallow, but
all the time enjoy.
Drink: not because people tell you to but drink because you
want to.
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