I ought to be able to invent words capable of blowing the odor of corpses in a direction other than straight into mine and the reader’s face.
I ought to be able to invent words capable of blowing the odor of corpses in a direction other than straight into mine and the reader’s face.
My doubts stand in a circle around every word, I see them before I see the word, but what then! I do not see the word at all, I invent it.