A perfect example of the new republic's urge to drape itself with the togas of classical respectability.
I write with experiences in mind, but I don't write about them, I write out of them.
Each servant stamps the reader with a look.
The gray glaze of the past attacks all know-how...
I'm heading for a clean-named place like Wisconsin, and mad as a jack-o'-lantern, will get there without help and nosy proclivities.
Will occur as time grows more open about it.