#oh he.

[letshearitforthebabyboy]

[aandrezel]

[ryugucci]

[aandrezel]

[aandrezel]

Ferdinand settled himself in the sunlight. Aurelius followed a few steps behind, taking up a position on the cramped sofa at the other side of the fading curtain. The blue and gold flashes of his City robes lit the shadows with a glow to rival the dome. That, of course, was only natural.

[aandrezel]

Oh you know I want to hear about Monsieur Doctor and Captain Smith.

I have quite a few for each of them, but let’s start with three that I associate with François:

—T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land

—T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land

—T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets

[aandrezel]

—T. S. Eliot