Jack Kerouac. The Dharma Bums (№ 196952)

Jefe pulled out a tea bag, Chinese, stuff in a tin teapot, along the way, spreading the fire to start small - the sun is still shining on us, strengthened in the rocks a long stick, hung a pot, and soon the water is boiling, the tea was brewed and we drank it from tin cups. I collect water from a spring, cold and pure as snow, like a crystal forever heaven. Never in my life I drank of the pure and fresh tea, he was thirsty again and again, it perfectly quenches thirst and was spreading warmth through the body.
Now you know why the East is so fond of tea, said JAFI. - Remember I told you about this book: the first SIP is joy, the second - happiness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy.