Let everyone mind his own business, and endeavor to be what he is made.
Out there, he sensed rather than knew, were beer lovers like himself, men and women who enjoyed not just the flavor of homebrew, but the pleasure and fellowship it inspired.
Reality is frequently inaccurate.
Will ye scan me, and read me, and tellOf the thoughts that ferment in my breast,My longing, my sadness, my joy?
And on earth we wander, groping, reeling;Powers stir in us, stir and disappear.
Yes! in the sea of life enisled,With echoing straits between us thrown,Dotting the shoreless watery wild,We mortal millions live alone.
Almost neurotic attention must be paid to cleanliness and gentleness throughout the brewing process.