Civilised my syphilised yarbles.
All human life is here, but the Holy Ghost seems to be somewhere else.
Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.
All novels are experimental.
Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?
If you believe in an unseen Christ, you will believe in the unseen Christlike potential of others.