‘The beer was better,’ he said finally. ‘And cheaper! When I was a young man, mild beer—wallop we used to call it— was fourpence a pint. That was before the war, of course.’
‘Which war was that?’ said Winston.
‘It’s all wars,’ said the old man vaguely. He took up his glass, and his shoulders straightened again. ‘’Ere’s wishing you the very best of ‘ealth!’
