Convergence for his patsy hands (9/9/09)
by Ryland Walker Knight
—can't get the stink off
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Lovely. Look at that mud & grime on the tracks - we could be in Tarr's Hungary! If you get the chance, have a look at Wellman's Other Men's Women - weirdly, and unexpectedly, it's a bit like a proto-Bête Humaine!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the tip, Matthew. I'll look for it.
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