kitchen-drinking

Updated: July 21, 2025

And I, a little shaver of seven, my heart in my mouth, my trembling body strung tense as a deer's on the verge of flight, peered wonderingly in at the open door and learned more of the strangeness of men. And I marvelled at Black Matt and Tom Morrisey, sprawled over the table, arms about each other's necks, weeping lovingly. The kitchen-drinking continued, and the girls outside grew timorous.

Jack London - John Barleycorn