Lord Strut was not flush in ready, either to go to law, or to clear old debts.
In Hammett's writings, the social is constructed as a vast Hobbesian landscape of grim functionaries and desperate scrabblers […]
That samurai is surely fast alive In his hunched and silhouetted dozing, assback, In the blur of fog,
They picked a peck of wheat.
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