When there were cicadas earlier in the summer it was good. Their singing was like blood rushing in her ears. It was one of those outside inside things.
– Edward St. Aubyn: Never Mind
Edward St. Aubyn
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Falling flat
Like many flatterers, he was not aware that he irritated the people he flattered.
Edward St Aubyn: Never Mind