Excerpt from 116 pages. New paper by N. Davidsson.

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Excerpt from 116 pages. New paper by N. Davidsson.

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13. And it came to pass that the heavens open unto mine eyes, and a voice did move upon me, yea, even to my very soul. And mine ears did hear and my spirit did hearken.

14. And it came to pass, the voice did say unto me, wo, wo, wo be unto the foolish, the vain of heart, who doth pervert mine holy works.

15. For behold, any ale or lager with three and two parts in a hundred is an abomination before me, for behold, I will spew this from my mouth, and visit the face of the Earth with a sore curse.

16. For behold, my Beloved Brew, in whom I am well pleased. I give unto man, Carlsberg pilsner, that man may have joy, and I doth proclaim, yea verily, this to be Probably the Best Beer in the World. Amen.
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Emendation ti the HC*:

"drank a glass of Carlsberg at Moeser's"



* B.H. Roberts chopped it out anyway.
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Blasphemy! Samuel Smith's Oatmeal Stout is the one and only true bear accepted by God on earth.
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"And as I partook of the beer thereof, it filled my soul with exceedingly great joy. Therefore I began to be desirous that my friends should partake of it also, for I knew that it was desirable above all other beer."
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A beer festival had to close a day early after customers drank the bar dry.

The Beer on the Wye festival in Herefordshire was due to run until Sunday night but it had to close after running out of beer, cider and perry on Saturday.

See http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstop ... -beer.html
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Under the sun, than you, you Gods!
...
Should I honour you? Why?

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