I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have been dragged through I don't know how many consciences.


The Wall, and Other Stories (ed. 1948)


I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have been dragged through I don't know how many consciences.

I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have been dragged through I don't know how many consciences.

I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have been dragged through I don't know how many consciences.

I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have been dragged through I don't know how many consciences.