Who can forget the small, symmetrical thrill


Consider the beer can. It was beautiful – as beautiful as the clothespin, as inevitable as the wine bottle, as dignified and reassuring as the fire hydrant. A tranquil cylinder of delightfully resonant metal, it could be opened in an instant, requiring only the application of a handy gadget freely dispensed by every grocer. Who can forget the small, symmetrical thrill of those two triangular punctures, the dainty pfff, the little crest of suds that foamed eagerly in the exultation of release?

– John Updike, from “Beer Can” in Assorted Prose


Notes: Photo – vinepair. Quote: via Swiss Miss

19 thoughts on “Who can forget the small, symmetrical thrill

  1. Aaaah – the power of pics, combined with the incredible power of words – I honest to God had to galop to my kitchen fridge to get out a panaché (don’t have beer but love a panache, shandy in UK, Radler in G & Austria) – aaaah, this feels so gooooooood 🙂

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      1. Do you realise that you made me visit my kitchen about twice in 2 days. This can’t go on ….. I’m too fat without being coerced into eating/drinking/slurping/sucking any more…. Cheers anyway, dear friend! 🙂

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  2. Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
    “Who can forget the small, symmetrical thrill of those two triangular punctures, the dainty pfff, the little crest of suds that foamed eagerly in the exultation of release?” … excellent visual! So true …

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