Posted by Ian Jones on July 9, 2007
I can usually predict when fear will turn to pain, hope to resignation, queasy to proper sick, etc. But joy to alarm to shame to loss in the space of an hour is like riding a derelict rollercoaster through a series of dung-smelling graves.
I don’t understand.
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