My old friend looked at me with a new respect. He was discovering in me a capacity for hypocrisy that he had never credited me with before.


The Best of A. J. Liebling (ed. 1965)


My old friend looked at me with a new respect. He was discovering in me a capacity for hypocrisy that he had never credited me with before.

My old friend looked at me with a new respect. He was discovering in me a capacity for hypocrisy that he had never credited me with before.

My old friend looked at me with a new respect. He was discovering in me a capacity for hypocrisy that he had never credited me with before.

My old friend looked at me with a new respect. He was discovering in me a capacity for hypocrisy that he had never credited me with before.