Mari siterer Suttree av Cormac McCarthy (side 156)
15:26, 4. september 2015 Ingen har det som favoritt.
What deity in the realms of dementia, what rabid god decocted out of the smoking lobes of hydrophobia could have devised a keeping place for souls so poor as is this flesh. This mawky worm-bent tabernacle.
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