The Strange Undoing of Prudencia Hart
Jean-Paul Sartre said that Hell was other people. He didn't know the half of it. For what Hell could be fresher than a pub full of academics with the teensy-weensy specialty of Scottish border ballads, locked in on a snowy evening? Seven hundred years ago, some rough and soulful shepherd wrote a rhyming story about [...]
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