"(...) Sir Boris had fought and killed the Paynim; Sir Gawain, the Turk; Sir Miles, the Pole; Sir Andrew, the Frank; Sir Richard, the Austrian; Sir Jor...

Are we not acceptable, moon? Are we not lovely sitting together here, I in my satin; he in black and white?
~ Virginia Woolf ~












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