This was really a whimsical thought, and I reproved myself often for the simplicity of it: for I presently saw there would be the want of several things necessary to the making my beer that it would be impossible for me to supply; as, first, casks to preserve it in, which was a thing that, as I have observed already, I could never compass: no, though I spent not only many days, but weeks, nay months, in attempting it, but to no purpose.
Aveva quindi lasciato andar a male un bel disegno, su cui una volta si era tanto lambiccato il mio cervello: il provare cioè se avessi potuto frangere qualche poco del mio orzo e farmi della birra. Era questo, per vero dire, un pensiere un po’ strambo, e più d’una volta mi son deriso da me medesimo per la goffaggine d’averlo concepito.