For days on end he has been laying upon the sofa in an opium den on the east side of London... hardly uttering a word or moving a muscle from morning to night.
In his defense, I characterize my friend's habit as an occasional reaction to the monotony of existence when cases are scanty and the papers uninteresting.
For days on end he has been laying upon the sofa in an opium den on the east side of London... hardly uttering a word or moving a muscle from morning to night.
In his defense, I characterize my friend's habit as an occasional reaction to the monotony of existence when cases are scanty and the papers uninteresting.
Good to know he's still alive. Our mutual friend should know that he is still needed. Good day sir 👋