shallow stupid sophistication
by Dennis Scharnberg
“Nothing escapes it,” whispered Mr. Alton, appearing somewhat mystified. “The sense that we are being pillaged.”
Desmond Ogg, Waving Fields of Alfalfa.
“Nothing escapes it,” whispered Mr. Alton, appearing somewhat mystified. “The sense that we are being pillaged.”
Desmond Ogg, Waving Fields of Alfalfa.
