He said twice,
is there anything you'd like to tell me ?
so I told him. possible O.D. on mix
Hot water, he suggested.
Hot water and a Rueban Sandwhich.
And then this morning he said Goodbye.
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
1 comment:
I keep on reading your entries but I sure as shootin' don't understand 'em.
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