illustrated by rhoda penmarq
part three of fifty-two
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"bring me a glass of water, please, diane. and one of those new purple pills - they are in the round green bottle." "you look a bit staggered, mademoiselle. are you sure you don't want one of the white pills - from the red cut glass bottle?" "ah!"  |
3 comments:
Oh, I wish my pill bottles were so stylish.
o une femme hystérique... très triste...
Some scholars (I won't mention any names but one of them has the same last name as the hero of a rather well-known if little-read Irish novel, whilst his first name is identical to that of a certain stringent British playwright whose work is often performed at earnest small theatres throughout the world) have said that this chapter is, oh, for instance, "wordy for Perfidy".
I strongly disagree.
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