“
She ran her hands, butterfly fashion, over the keys.
"A little morsel of Stravinski?" she said.
It was in the middle of the morsel that Adele came in and found Lucia playing Stravinski to Mr. Greatorex. The position seemed to be away, away beyond her orbit altogether, and she merely waited with undiminished faith in Lucia, to see what would happen when Lucia became aware to whom she was playing. . . . It was a longish morsel, too: more like a meal than a morsel, and it was also remarkably like
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― Lucia in London
― Lucia in London
“
Religion and nationalism? I defecate on the altar of religious conviction, and wipe my arse on the flag of national pride.
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― Pop-Splat
― Pop-Splat
