Word: whiskeys
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Once I went to a bar called the Mixers on Cedar Avenue in Minneapolis with a woman who was 20, like me, and who drank enough whiskey sours to founder a Percheron. My hopes rose with every glass she took, and when she finally asked me to take her home, I assumed that the joyful moment was at hand. She leaned against me when I got her in the car, green around the gills, her eyes unfocused when I kissed her, and I realized that we had overshot the mark. Liquor had reduced her judgment to where her affection...
...watching an old guy prattle on for an hour-and-a-half is what boosts the suicide rate around the holidays. We feel so guilty. We know we should like you. Yes, we owe a great debt to your genius and hard work. But please, Uncle Mort, pass the whiskey...
...Poet lived a life divided by elation and sorrow, each emotion intensifying the glory or bitterness of the other. Fortified by fiery wit and fiery whiskey, Oscar Wilde tackled the foibles of Victorian society with equal panache at the Albermarle Club and Reading Jail. As poet, dramatist, novelist, and aesthete, Wilde succeeded in expressing through his writing the myriad emotions he experienced and observed in the world around...
...called on the U.S. to remove Sudan from its blacklist of terrorist-sponsori ng nations. Unimpressed, Washington demurred. Carlos, it seemed, was no longer much of a catch. With communism discredited and the Middle East bent on peace, his revolutionary credentials had outlived their usefulness. His penchant for whiskey, women and penthouse suites had earned him a reputation for being more trouble than he was worth...
Margaret is drunk much of the time, but the whiskey does not seem to dull her mind, her ability to utter home truths or her prowess in bed. It just loosens her trigger finger. She lives, just after the turn of the century, not in the Wild West but in the remote hamlet of Witless Bay, Newfoundland (one store, one restaurant, a sawmill and a drydock). Her lover is Fabian Vas, the narrator, who could easily have been the subject of a stultifying art novel. From age 8 he has spent most of his time in inlets and marshes sketching...