The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done
Edward YoungWhere, where for shelter shall the guilty fly, When consternation turns the good man pale?
Edward YoungThe future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done
Edward YoungWhere, where for shelter shall the guilty fly, When consternation turns the good man pale?
Edward Young