[The irony of that phrasing does not escape him. They drink but they don't drink. There's a mingling sense of pity and something very much like awe.]
Christ. Those poor sods, they've got to be fucking miserable. Imagine, a hundred years without-- even beer? Basic drink like that, and they don't go for it?
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[The irony of that phrasing does not escape him. They drink but they don't drink. There's a mingling sense of pity and something very much like awe.]
Christ. Those poor sods, they've got to be fucking miserable. Imagine, a hundred years without-- even beer? Basic drink like that, and they don't go for it?