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It was ever so difficult for Winslow, an exceedingly sensitive boy, to be cheery at Blasted Heath Boarding School.
"Why," he wondered, "Must human society, an outgrowth of something as harmonious and beautiful as nature, be so disharmonious and ugly?"
"What," he considered, "Is the nature of Method?"
But the others weren't interested these questions. It was only "bugger this" and "piss off" and "I'll break your fucking legs!" They despised him because he simply couldn't share their enthusiasm for Rock 'n Roll.
Bethany Sommersshrop, who had seemed the model of virtue and delicacy, laughed at him when he asked her to the Spring cotillion.
The lamentations of Winslow Blastula redounded off the fallow hills of Brinebarren Moor.
Date Written: December 30, 1899
Author: qualcomm
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