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Samizdata quote of the day

I can not imagine anything that would give me more pleasure than to buy you a beer in a thousand years’ time.

– Michael Jennings, possibly exaggerating somewhat given the pleasure that might be imagined available over the next 1000 years.

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11 comments to Samizdata quote of the day

  • I hope by then I can get a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster instead of a beer.

    Nothing wrong with beer, I’m just sayin’.

  • Rich Rostrom

    Two beers?

  • Rob Fisher (Surrey)

    Tman: on Mars, too, preferably.

  • Johnathan Pearce


  • Michael Jennings (London)

    I have become less of a wine person and more of a beer person as I have got older. Not sure quite why or how, really.

  • RAB

    What beer? They’ll have banned it again by then.

  • JP wants a Martini. Quelle surprise!

    Is Rich Rostrum riffing on Conan-Doyle. Holmes bribes a guttersnipe for info in “Sign of Four” by offering the kid a shilling. So Holmes asks if there is anything the young street Arab wants more than a shilling and the answer comes back, “Two Shillings”. Holmes of course obliges and the case is brought to a conclusion.

  • Michael Jennings (London)

    We have faced this important issue on Samizdata before, of course.

  • veryretired

    If a person actually lived a thousand years, swallowing a pleasant liquid might be the only pleasureable capability left…

  • Rich Rostrom

    NickM: the boy is no guttersnipe – he’s the child of Mr. and Mrs. Mordecai Smith. Mrs. Smith was giving him a bath when Holmes and Watson came by. Two shillings was a lot of money to give a six-year-old child – about equal to ten pounds today.

    BTW, my name is Rostrom. That’s my sore toe. Please don’t tread on it.