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I coffee drinker. I read this. I cannot deal. :(
From The Mauritius Command:
'... This coffee has a damned odd taste.'
'This I attribute to the excrement of rats. Rats have eaten our entire stock; and I take the present brew to be a mixture of the scrapings at the bottom of the sack.'
'I thought it had a familiar tang,' said Jack. 'Killick, you may tell Mr Seymour, with my compliments, that you are to have a boat. And if you don't find at least a stone of beans among the squadron, you need not come back...'
Patrick O'Brian is wonderful in his vivid depiction of life on a British man-of-war. But he is also a naughty, naughty man, most apparent in these little scenes that serve no other purpose than to make you chuckle at his characters' expense.
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