There are men whom one hates until a certain moment when one sees, through a chink in their armour, the writhing of something nailed down and in torment.
The Best of Gerald Kersh (ed. 1960)
There are men whom one hates until a certain moment when one sees, through a chink in their armour, the writhing of something nailed down and in torment.
The Best of Gerald Kersh (ed. 1960)