After the night in the tent, Jack and Ennis did not seem to need the liquoring-up stage before becoming involved with each other:
They never talked about the sex, let it happen, at first only in the tent at night, then in the full daylight with the hot sun striking down, and at evening in the fire glow, quick, rough, laughing and snorting, no lack of noises, but saying not a goddamn word except once Ennis said, "I'm not no queer," and Jack jumped in with "Me neither. A one-shot thing. Nobody's business but ours." [Proulx]
=reply= Paul
Mmmm.
Old Ennis Owen Whiskey from 1918 and millenial bubbles.
Cool!!