Cuthbert | Roland
They know it. It's that Michael I'm speaking on. Accepting compliments from a man who isn't that far off a torturer's accomplice is proper grating.
There's that poem and I read the lot to you and you see it for what it is; why would you look for more?
Let's talk of other things. Their moving pictures are proper trig, aren't they? Did you watch those I left with you? The ones with fellows as could almost be gunslingers?