“If I knew for a certainty that a man was coming to my house with the conscious design of doing me good, I should run for my live, as from that dry and patching wind of the African deserts called the simoon, which filled the mouth and nose and ears and eyes with dust till you are suffocated, for great that I should get some of his good done to me,—some of its virus mingled with my blood.”
— Aug 03, 2023 12:22AM
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