The future smells of Russian leather, of blood, of godlessness and of much whipping. I advise our grandchildren to come into the world with very thick skin on their backs.
Lutetia; or, Paris. From the Augsberg Gazette, 12, VII (1842)
The future smells of Russian leather, of blood, of godlessness and of much whipping. I advise our grandchildren to come into the world with very thick skin on their backs.
Lutetia; or, Paris. From the Augsberg Gazette, 12, VII (1842)