There was no mistaking, even in the uncertain light, the hand, half crabbed, half generous, and wholly… — Malcolm Lowry
There was no mistaking, even in the uncertain light, the hand, half crabbed, half generous, and wholly drunken, of the Consul himself, the Greek e’s, the flying buttresses of d’s, the t’s like lonely wayside crosses save where they crucified an entire word.
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