not even remotely amusing
In the cellars of the night, when the mind starts moving around old trunks of bad times, the pain of this and the shame of that, the memory of a small boldness is a hand to hold.
-John Leonard, critic (25 Feb 1939-2008)
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There is always something to do. There are hungry people to feed, nαked people to clothe, sick people to comfort and make well. And while I ...
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