Status Updates From Time for a Tiger

Four forty-five, said the alarm-clock. That meant he would have to go back to bed and sleep for a little. For if he didn’t what the hell was he going to do? Three bottles wouldn’t last him till it was time to go to the Transport Office. But in any case if he drank another bottle now that would mean only one bottle to wake up with. And no bottle for breakfast. He groaned to himself: there was no end to his troubles

The beer was too cold. Nabby Adams was used to the exiguous amenities of oillamp-lighted drinking-shops, and had, during twenty-odd years in the East,developed a taste for warm beer. A liking for iced beer was effeminate, decadent and American.