Kessinger Publishing, 1. jun. 2004 - 292 strani
Sandy was very drunk. He was lying under an azalea bush, in pretty much the same attitude in which he had fallen some hours before. How long he had been lying there he could not tell, and didn't care; how long he should lie there was a matter equally indefinite and unconsidered. A tranquil philosophy, born of his physical condition, suffused and saturated his moral being.
Mnenja - Napišite recenzijo
Na običajnih mestih nismo našli nobenih recenzij.