William Golding. Spire (№ 321575)
- Well, Roger, my son? The master straightened up, brushed the dust from his knees, dusted off his hands. Diggers have resumed work, shovels rustled. - Do you understand what that means, father? - Only that the legends are right. But legends are always right. - You priests choose their legends to taste.
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MegaMozg 31-03-2018 / 04:06
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