My, you’re a mess, aren’t you?
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My, you’re a mess, aren’t you?
Humphrey Bogart & Lauren Bacall The Big Sleep (1946), directed by Howard Hawks
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Six-fingered Egon Schiele Girl with the vague brown fabric sludge in the upper corner and red gel nails, I’m sure. Her weird top and the arm disappearing might even make sense for a drawing or sketch, but the face is too instagram for Schiele. For shame, truly. At least keep using that Emile Corsi name for the AI slob.
and yes, the original is better.
He is not to them what he is to me," I thought: "he is not of their kind. I believe he is of mine- I am sure he is- I feel akin to him- I understand the language of his countenance and movements: though rank and wealth sever us widely, I have something in my brain and heart, in my blood and nerves, that assimilates me mentally to him.
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