a-r-r-r-gh

Updated: May 19, 2025

"Whisky," I said, with the careless air of one who had said it a thousand times. And such whisky! I tossed it down. A-r-r-r-gh! I can taste it yet. And I was appalled at the price French Frank had paid eighty cents. EIGHTY CENTS! It was an outrage to my thrifty soul.

Jack London - John Barleycorn