I am going up to dine with my sister. I'm thinking that the Wastrel was one day a celebrated professional; and the women were partly the cause of his fall. He had grabbed a tiny remote control and flew the thing around the table, landing it there and turning it off. The atmosphere at dinner was not propitious. ‘The fact of it is,’ I said, ‘I’m the new playwright, Thomas More. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. It was an easy one to smell early on, Sebastian had taught her: anything reproductive.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjExNi4zNi4xOTQgLSAyMS0wOS0yMDI0IDE1OjM2OjI0IC0gMTcwMzk4NTI1MQ==
This video was uploaded to thiruvalluvan.com on 17-09-2024 16:17:20
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10