If a conspiracy theory traduces America, then Gore’ll subscribe to it.
vidal. lol
But to compare little things with large is a salutary habit; the little thing tells you a little about the large thing
‘Okay. Carlton had your dress hoicked up over your ribcage!’
With quiet matter-of-factness, taking rightful warmth from her cup with both palms, Phoebe said, ‘He wanted to see it. So I showed him.’
‘Yes, completely straightforward. And logical. Carlton wanted to see it, so you hoicked up your…
a wispy breath of mist now seeped from the terraced buildings, from the rooftops with their vague crenellations…
They adore poverty. And cold and damp and discomfort. And dirt. One mustn’t forget dirt. It’s called mendicity. It’s meant to uh, to relieve you of distractions from your full devotion to God.
