They were probably just flattering me, but it’s a way I’m pleased to be flattered.
They were probably just flattering me, but it’s a way I’m pleased to be flattered.
“He’d caught a fatal glimpse of that level where everybody knew everybody else, where however political fortunes below might bloom and die, the same people, the Real Ones, remained year in and year out, keeping what was desirable flowing their way.”
Thomas Pynchon | Vineland