“On this particular weather-mad March eve, the old man, now, finally, a realist, slips his noose and indulges both in nostalgia for a city, and a life once ten times as bright. His mind jumps with bright-hued, but scattered, memories,… — Neil Hetzner Copy Share Image
“The money was nothing, not even one tenth of one percent of his worth.” — Neil Hetzner Copy Share Image
“On this particular weather-mad March eve, the old man, now, finally, a realist, slips his noose and indulges both in nostalgia for a city,… — Neil Hetzner Copy Share Image
