sanitized,
annihilated.
And at the time, i couldn't understand why he was so angry when I had worked so hard to clean his apartment.
His life, his expression on the world,
Destroyed.
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
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