Status Updates From Wickhills

“He looked like a fox when he was young, and he thought like one (smelled like one, too, often), but he also had that slightly foxy quality of being just close enough to a dog that you wanted to leave trimmings out for him in your garden.”

Wtf lol

“Wives did not mind being lied to. They minded bad lies: being taken for a fool.”

Uhhhhh

‘“...Who did you lift that from, some rent boy ? Do they have rent boys at sea?”

“I think they call them lampreys,” Tanczel said, running a hand proudly down the green velvet jacket he had somehow acquired during his twenty unsupervised minutes. “You know, because they hang on with their mouths and they don’t let g—”’

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“The entire district reeked of armpits and boots and unwashed necks, the particular halitosis of those who eat a great deal of preserved dairy and meat, and above all, the oily, thick stink of musk, concentrated by close confinement.”

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“On his first day, he had tried breathing through his mouth, but his teeth ached from the cold. By now he had assumed (incorrectly) that his nose would have gone deaf, or whatever it was that noses did. It hadn’t.”

Lol what