There's only a short walk from the hallelujah to the hoot. William Kennedy
There's only a short walk from the hallelujah to the hoot.
Without a sense of place the work is often reduced to a cry of voices in empty rooms, a literature of the self, at its best poetic music; at its worst a thin gruel of the ego. William Kennedy
Without a sense of place the work is often reduced to a cry of voices in empty rooms, a literature of the self, at its best poetic music; at its worst a thin gruel of the ego.
