He punched his pillow and screamed at the top of his lungs about all the pent-up frustrations from the day.
And then concussion , rapine , pilleries , Their Catalogue of accusations fill
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy pow’r Dost hold time’s fickle glass his sickle hour
But the bastardish mixture in the work of Per Olov Enquist is congenial to express both, especially the subtle dependency and interaction between them.
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