Having my way with Ulysses

He accordingly took hold of the neck of the mediumsized glass recipient which contained the fluid sought after

But, as the habit of drinking to excess was general in the class to which he belonged, and as his fortune did not enable him to intoxicate large assemblies daily with claret or canary, strong beer was the ordinary beverage. The quantity of beer consumed in those days was indeed enormous. For beer then was to the middle and lower classes, not only all that beer is, but all that wine, tea, and ardent spirits now are. It was only at great houses, or on great occasions, that foreign drink was placed on the board. 10:43 pm

I’m watching. Don’t be impulsive now. It’s a standoff, not a game of chicken, so you still have to do it right. Wait for it. Wait for it. Think about what you have there. It was made with hard water so keep that in mind. That will effect the hydrophobicity of the oh there you go! Ok. Good. Nice. Holding that glass at a 45 degree angle, beer hitting the middle of the slope. Yes. And the bottle parallel to the table. Now you’re nearing halfway, what are you going to do? And yes! You waited just a bit. Because of the thunderstorm? Nice pour in the center. A little tall? Quarter inch. Half inch. Do you have room? Nice! One inch of foam exactly. ┬áJust look at that head! And you weren’t afraid to pour hard, with a little force. That was aggressive, man, a bold move. But you had to release the aromatics. Stylish choice. So. Whose beer is it?

Intercourse, eyeball to eyeball.