Status Updates From The Human Factor

The way Greene subtly and smartly communicates the evil and wickedness VIBRATING beneath the thin paper-mache veneer of British Politeness, the bushy-lipped roseate-cheeked racism underpinning not just an imperial project but a culture, a way of life, is really virtuosic. Each domino being tenderly arranged in its exact, precise, perfect, little, position; ready, to, be, toppled, over.

I actually could read a book about a stuffy British man who lives in the countryside leisurely, one by one, visiting every single shop in London and having a pleasant little conversation with the person behind the register until he’d covered every apothecary and bookstore from Camden, on down to Fulham, and then back up to Whitechapel, so long as it was Graham Greene writing it

I mean,Jesus Christ. He’s too good

The way British people talk is so crazy lmao. I wanna study them like an iguana in a tank. They’re such fascinating little mustachioed pasty alcoholic singing gnome professors. They’re unreal. They’re like if a warehouse full of teacups and pots and dishes got turned into a nation of living breathing people and then one day they accidentally conquered the world and had to figure out how to run it.