Mention of root beer in literature.
I'll start off with Ayn Rand's
The Fountainhead:
p. 293 (Signet paperback edition):
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The Council of American Builders met once a month and engaged in no tangible activity, beyond listening to speeches and sipping an inferior brand of root beer. Its membership did not grow fast, either in quantity or in quality. There were no concrete results achieved. |
p. 661:
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That woman sitting on the stoop of an old brownstone house, her fat white knees spread apart - the man pushing the white brocade of his stomach out of a cab in front of a great hotel - the little man sipping root beer at a drugstore counter - the woman leaning over a stained mattress on the sill of a tenement window - the taxi driver parked on a corner - the toothless woman selling chewing gum - the man in shirt sleeves, leaning against the door of a poolroom - they are my masters. My owners, my rulers without a face. |
Rand seems to equate root beer with mediocrity. I won't comment on the quality of her writing, except to say that I thought a thread allegedly about literature would be of more general interest than one about propoganda.
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