One winter morning Frédéric Moreau, the archetypal ‘graduate with no future’, left his student hovel on the Parisian Left Bank, his mind, as always, on his forlorn romance. But history intervened: Youths in groups of anything from five to twelve were strolling around arm in arm, occasionally goin...
You spoil it with too much poking!’ Lao Tzu ~ * ~ 1 It was morning but his body was telling him midnight. That’s why he was trying to siphon the Jack ...