"If you’ve got a nice bunch of mess halls and horse stables with lots of nice, juicy fleas, why not fucking make use of them, right?"
"It’s singularly his — the mixture of depth and gravel, softened at the corners, a cliff-face worn away by years and tides, Joburg recognizable, despite fifty years, an accent eroded, if not an identity. Not yet by time, nor by death."
"Perhaps the story is not so old."
"It’s singularly his — the mixture of depth and gravel, softened at the corners, a cliff-face worn away by years and tides, Joburg recognizable, despite fifty years, an accent eroded, if not an identity. Not yet by time, nor by death."
"Perhaps the story is not so old."