It's an ignoble thing to hear an old man whining, "When's the last time you called me bubu, when?" His young wife recalls the dead of the Somme while watching smoke curl in the woodstove. He asks the doctor for help in the sack but "nothing springs to mind". Apparently the aborigines swear by kangaroo dung?!
Of his memoires, full of purple prose and twinkling toes, brother patron prounounces the words every author must forever fear, "I have wasted my entire life!" Meanwhile there is a larger context, come of late it seems to our smallest continent:
"What did the landed gentry say to the idea of divesting themselves of their manors?"
"Capital!"
Of his memoires, full of purple prose and twinkling toes, brother patron prounounces the words every author must forever fear, "I have wasted my entire life!" Meanwhile there is a larger context, come of late it seems to our smallest continent:
"What did the landed gentry say to the idea of divesting themselves of their manors?"
"Capital!"
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