We none of us wanted a palace: we liked this humming little hell-hole with its atrophied rules and characters, its ogres and mascots. Alan Hollinghurst
The Folding Star
no one here's to blame
no more looking for heroes in the trenches no more staying up at night to raise the rules no more wimpering in the shadows no more bringing everything back home
to where it got to look like rot a bit too fast and made to last
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