from Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary (1959, 1998)
Disgusting as he usually was, on rare occasions he showed flashes of stagnant intelligence. But his brain was so rotted with drink and dissolute living that whenever he put it to work it behaved like an old engine that had gone haywire from being dipped in lard.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
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