le voyageur

Day One: I gave my directions to Haggerston, my manservant, for the care of my rooms and went on a tour of the countryside in my motorcar. It grew quite cold. Icy blasts pricked my eyeballs like a thousand tiny daggers. O! Tyranny of Nature! I found a quiet inn where I sit in a corner, taking my claret in silence. I am God’s lonely man.

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