TFW you suddenly find a great kinship with an eighteenth-century Polish insurgent fighting in the American Revolution:
“When an expected shipment of coffee from Charleston did not arrive, [Thaddeus] Kosciuszko found “great mortification” by the bad news and wrote to Dr. Reed, “I cannot live without Coffee . . . I beg you to send me six pounds of Coffee, with Sugar in proportion.”
I see you, Thaddeus Kosciuszko.