Maurice by E. M. Forster
a snobbish delight
a snobbish delight
ideologically, i’d love to tear this apart, but i cannot…
there ain’t no fool like a holy fool
another ruddy belter from enard who i love
accidentally read a book by a nazi
infamous for the wrong reasons…
hipster dystopia / hipstopia / better than that sounds
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