“Back in his apartment the grayness returned. His cocktails had died, making him sleepy, somewhat befogged and inclined to be surly. Lord Verulam-he? The very thought was bitter. Anthony Patch with no record of achievement, without courage, without strength to be satisfied with truth when it was given to him. Oh, he was a pretentiousContinue reading “RKS Literature: Cocktails and a Life of Nothingness of the Idle Rich”
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