Rosemary Woodhouse is a total dimwit. Which makes her the perfect mother to Satan’s spawn.
Honestly. What woman in her right mind, no matter if she existed in the 1960s: 116 more words
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“No, the difficulty is that the history is interior—no documents can give sufficient intimation; the novel must replace history at precisely that point where experience is sufficiently emotional, spiritual, psychical, moral, existential, or supernatural to expose the fact that the historian in pursuing the experience would be obliged to quit the clearly demarcated limits of historic inquiry.
Ladies and gents before I go any further I MUST apologise for my prolonged absence.
No, it was not intentional.
No, I really did not intend to only write another blog post after I finished 1,229 more words