on the obsession with cheap detective novel
on the obsession with cheap detective novel
I can see nothing but the downfall and despair of a nation,
when it is rife with Private Eyes for secrets, that drive the voices and the Plot, separate force of justice into the good, chosen one, and the evil, misguided one
for what reason do you snarl and bark with joy, Human
when you read that pathetic drivel upon the corner of your canine mouth, the mobbish writing called Detective Fiction, meant to stir you as a tool of journalism sensation against your whole established world?
do you believe that you could find divine reason lying conveniently by your feet in the cool night desert, all through your crude barking at dark sands?
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