Some sins Argyle couldn’t stomach much. Sins against virgin girls and animals, women bearing children, men gone blind from all but self-abusive reasons gave him stomach troubles, like over seasoned meat he oughtn’t to have eaten, but he always did. Some nights those evils woke him in his sleep, gaseous and flatulent, bent over his puke bowl, resolved again to draw the line (...)
Poetry
Argyle in Agony
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