He does not care for flowers. He calls them rubbish, and cannot tell one from another, and thinks it is superior to feel like that.


Pudd'nhead Wilson (Harper, 1903), p. 297


He does not care for flowers. He calls them rubbish, and cannot tell one from another, and thinks it is superior to feel like that.

He does not care for flowers. He calls them rubbish, and cannot tell one from another, and thinks it is superior to feel like that.

He does not care for flowers. He calls them rubbish, and cannot tell one from another, and thinks it is superior to feel like that.

He does not care for flowers. He calls them rubbish, and cannot tell one from another, and thinks it is superior to feel like that.