The first few glasses of beer were a revelation; they flushed my veins with happiness; they washed away all cares and shyness and worries. I remember thinking to myself, If I could have two pints of beer every afternoon, life… — George Mackay Brown Copy Share Image
Indeed there has never been any explanation of the ebb and flow in our veins--of happiness and unhappiness. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
