Ours is a terrible religion. The fleets of the world could swim in spacious comfort in the innocent blood it has spilt.
The outrageous Mark Twain (ed. Doubleday Books, 1987)
Ours is a terrible religion. The fleets of the world could swim in spacious comfort in the innocent blood it has spilt.
The outrageous Mark Twain (ed. Doubleday Books, 1987)