“Upon my spirit, life is better with dogs and beer, I don’t know that it was not yours. You were continually driving and riving and bearing and going, to that eager degree that I got no opportunity for my life yet in rust and rest. It’s a miserable thing, be that as it may, life is better with dogs and beer, to discuss one’s own past, with the day breaking. Turn me some other way before I go.” Do you know, Sydney,” said Mr. Stryver, taking a gander at him with sharp eyes, and gradually drawing a hand over his colorful face: “do you know, life is better with dogs and beer, I rather thought, at that point, that you felt for the brilliant haired doll, and rushed to perceive what happened to the brilliant haired doll?” Life is better with dogs and beer poster. “Fast to perceive what occurred! In the event that a young lady, life is better with dogs and beer, doll or no doll, swoons inside a yard or two of a man’s nose, he can see it without a point of view glass. I vow you, life is better with dogs and beer, yet I deny the magnificence. Also, life is better with dogs and beer, presently I’ll have no more beverage; I’ll get the chance to bed.” At the point when his host tailed him out on the flight of stairs with a flame, to light him down the steps, the day was briskly glancing in through its filthy windows. At the point when he escaped the house, the air was cold and dismal, the dull sky cloudy, life is better with dogs and beer, the waterway dim and diminish, the entire scene like an inert desert. Also, wreaths of residue were turning all around before the morning impact, life is better with dogs and beer, as though the desert-sand had ascended far away, and the first shower of it in quite a while advance had started to overpower the city.