A stern, frigid peak
Looks down on me and sneers at
My fiery resolve
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Scott Hardy
Writer, musician, chef, compulsive bibliophile and cinephile, from Vancouver, Canada.
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The Fate of Wet Paper
11 April, 1912 It wouldn't be so terrible if some these fools just perished. How childish yet potent this feeling! I spent the better part of the day attempting to gather notes for a casual ethnography of the people on board this ship. The “important” ones, of course. I came up to first class upon the invitation of Mr. Hawthorne, a great and curious patron of the arts and sciences, whom I briefly met at Cambridge. Even his humility started to wear off as he stooped down to the common denominator at the dining table, as social customs require him to do. For that, I cannot blame him.
By Scott Hardy4 years ago in Fiction
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