It. Is. Not. Ended. There was just the trace of a humourless smile on his face; and more than a trace of… — John Fowles
It. Is. Not. Ended. There was just the trace of a humourless smile on his face; and more than a trace of menace. As if he meant something more than that there was a sequel to this scene; but that the whole Nazi weltanschaaung to be, resurrected and realised. He was an impressively iron man...
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