Status Updates From Weiße Nächte

…why can’t he not deny his imagination the passing fancy of comparing, if only remotely, the physiognomy of his recent interlocutor throughout the entire time of their meeting with the look of an unhappy little kitten, treacherously captured by children who have mauled, frightened and tormented it in every possible…
And this sentence continues for 6 or so lines yet 🙂
It’s pretty but still!!