1 'The beer was better,' he said finally.
2 He finished up his beer, more slowly than before.
3 He drank off about a quarter of his beer before answering.
4 He pushed open the door, and a hideous cheesy smell of sour beer hit him in the face.
5 When he spoke it was with a tolerant philosophical air, as though the beer had mellowed him.
6 She put a vast arm round his shoulder and drew him towards her, breathing beer and vomit into his face.
7 From their grimy swing doors, endlessly opening and shutting, there came forth a smell of urine, sawdust, and sour beer.
8 In his lean throat the sharp-pointed Adam's apple made a surprisingly rapid up-and-down movement, and the beer vanished.
9 The barman swished two half-litres of dark-brown beer into thick glasses which he had rinsed in a bucket under the counter.
10 He was about to buy some more beer when the old man suddenly got up and shuffled rapidly into the stinking urinal at the side of the room.
11 Heavy physical work, the care of home and children, petty quarrels with neighbours, films, football, beer, and above all, gambling, filled up the horizon of their minds.