With more insight into the English character, I poured out a stiff whisky and soda and placed it in front of the gloomy inspector.

Com maior percepção do caráter inglês, servi uma forte dose de uísque com soda e coloquei-a na frente do desditado inspetor.

Life’s too short for this shit,’ he had announced to his empty apartment, and that had been the end of the great whiskey experiment.

While I can’t walk on water, I can certainly wobble on whisky.

Whisky is liquid sunshine.

The light music of whisky falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.