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Usage examples of drinking.

I tasted blood as though I were already drinking it, and I felt the abysmal and desperate emptiness that I always feel before I feast.

As for drinking, I am something of a chemist and I have yet to find a liquor that is free from traces of a number of poisons, some of them deadly, such as fusel oil, acetic acid, ethylacetate, acetaldehyde and furfurol.

A bomb aimer was sick in the bar after drinking whisky mixed with rum.

She turned over and buried her face in the sheets, and imagined that there was nothing in the world but this dark room, no one else but Alan, drinking beer and watching the Red Sox game.

The Report has no scientific basis whatever and has been riddled with criticism by expert students of every kind, including not merely students of alcoholism but also Professor Alfred Marshall of Cambridge, the greatest English-speaking economist of the time, who has shown that there are no grounds for the assumptions made by Professor Pearson in that part of his argument which is based upon the economic efficiency of drinking and non-drinking parents.

Empire, two men were drinking raw alk and knocking the shots back with homebrew in a portabar not far from a construction site.

She or he would be drinking in heroic fashion, perhaps yards of real Earth ale, shooting them back with raw alk boiling in dry ice.

But pure quill alk, as he had grown used to drinking as a field soldier.

Graciela watched the visitors as they sat at the pavement cafes drinking aperitives or shopping at the pescaderia - the fish market, or thefarmacia.

As they played after supper, and Lord Lincoln followed the noble English custom of drinking till he did not know his right hand from his left, he was quite astonished on waking the next morning to find that luck had been as kind to him as love.

Attached to the belt by a loop was an ivory-handled flint knife in a rawhide sheath, and suspended from another loop, the lower section of a hollow black aurochs horn, a drinking cup that was a talisman of the Aurochs Hearth.

The paper had one other general reporter, Baggy Suggs, a pickled old goat who spent his hours hanging around the courthouse across the street sniffing for gossip and drinking bourbon with a small club of washed-up lawyers too old and too drunk to practice anymore.

We were sitting under a baobab tree, a weird, muscled sculpture with branches like roots sprouting white, starlike flowers, drinking the rum and talking about the locals.

An elderly mouselike man who was drinking at the bar beside him coughed apologetically and edged bashfully nearer.

One of them, sitting alone, was Ike Batchelor, a lush who had once been an advertising copy writer and who now got his drinking money peddling numbers tickets.