Wednesday, 7 April 2021

Broken phones, nervous B's and the wear of speaking to God.

 What!" cried Wilfrid, in despair, "can the riches of art, the riches of worlds, the splendors of a court--" Seraphita by Honore de Balzac:

Now, these wandering soldiers of fortune Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs:

York ridicules him for "blowing" so much money in that town of sneaks and snobs, and sneers  The Gentle Grafter by O. Henry:








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