The misery stayed, not thought about but aching away, and sometimes I would have to ask myself, Why do I ache? Men can get used to anything, but it takes time.
The Winter of Our Discontent (1961) - unplaced by chapter
The misery stayed, not thought about but aching away, and sometimes I would have to ask myself, Why do I ache? Men can get used to anything, but it takes time.
The Winter of Our Discontent (1961) - unplaced by chapter