Difference between revisions of "Lilith Langford"
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<font style="color: black; font-variant: normal">''I would go out into the streets to fight with my delusion, and prowling women would mew after me, furtive craving men glance jealously at me, weary pale workers go coughing by me, with tired eyes and eager paces like wounded deer dripping blood, old people, bent and dull, pass murmuring to themselves, and all unheeding a ragged tail of gibing children.<br><font color=#677265 style="font-variant: small-caps; font-family: Garamond">—– H.G Wells, “The Island of Dr. Moreau”,<br></font> | <font style="color: black; font-variant: normal">''I would go out into the streets to fight with my delusion, and prowling women would mew after me, furtive craving men glance jealously at me, weary pale workers go coughing by me, with tired eyes and eager paces like wounded deer dripping blood, old people, bent and dull, pass murmuring to themselves, and all unheeding a ragged tail of gibing children.<br><font color=#677265 style="font-variant: small-caps; font-family: Garamond">—– H.G Wells, “The Island of Dr. Moreau”,<br></font> | ||
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I would go out into the streets to fight with my delusion, and prowling women would mew after me, furtive craving men glance jealously at me, weary pale workers go coughing by me, with tired eyes and eager paces like wounded deer dripping blood, old people, bent and dull, pass murmuring to themselves, and all unheeding a ragged tail of gibing children. |
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