The four men sat quietly in the room. Juan handed the envelope to Javier. He examined it before opening it. The letter was written in a careful hand...
Critic of pure reason I realised at some point that I have a prejudice Or maybe an aversion to those who seem to have no soul Just calm control Cold...
Moss, peat and lichen woven into cloth How many autumn afternoons have you known How many wardrobes fireplaces and smoked-filled rooms What bar-ends...