"In supposedly disclosing the real stories behind women and booze, the book drives home the very stereotypes and gloom that its contributors are trying to write themselves out of, while missing out on alcohol’s essential delights. After all, the real pleasures of drinking inhabit the space between one’s lips and the glass—the moments before your next sip, when unexpected encounters and revelations can take place."
"A stranger is shot in the street, you hardly move to help. But if, half an hour before, you spent just ten minutes with the fellow and knew a little about him and his family, you might just jump in front of his killer and try to stop it. Really knowing is good. Not knowing, or refusing to know is bad, or amoral, at least. You can’t act if you don’t know."
Hagrid's not the only giant on campus.: A woman takes him by the hand and tries to lead him off, but he tears himself away and runs back to the horse.
It’s National Book Week. The rules: Grab the closest book to you. Go to page 56. Post the 5th sentence. Don’t mention the book. Post these rules as part of your status.
“My master tells me that the technician…
Uncle Vernon looked as though he had something stuck in his throat; Aunt Petuna, however, was oddly flustered.
- He sat down heavily, on the room’s only chair. -
Welp that was anti climatic.
It shall to the barber’s, with your beard.
AM I REALLY…THE ONLY ONE?!!