I picked up a bottle half buried in the wet sand, covered with barnacles, but stoppled tight, and half full ofred ale, which still smacked of juniper,all that remainedI fancied from the wreck of a rowdy world,that great saltsea on… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
It seemed to me that man himself was like a half-emptied bottle of pale ale, which Time had drunk so far, yet stoppled tight for a while, and drifting about in the ocean of circumstances, but destined ere-long to mingle… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
