He glowered at Charley, who looked at him indolently, then raised his glass towards Suzon and drank the brandy.
"Pish!" said Red Shirt, and, turning round, joined his comrades.

It was clear he wanted a pretext to quarrel.
"Perhaps because you like it; perhaps because something was left out of you when you were made--" Charley smiled pleasantly as Suzon came over to him again.

"You've answered the question," he said, "and struck the thing at the centre.

Which is it?
The difficulty to decide which has divided the world.

If it's only a physical craving, it means that we are materialists naturally, and that the soil from which the grape came is the soil that's in us; that it is the body feeding on itself all the time; that like returns to like, and we live a little together, and then mould together for ever and ever, amen.