"Mrs. Dalloway was dead: to begin with,"
(Did I nail it?)
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they executed Mrs. Dalloway, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.
“The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years - if it ever did end - began so far as I know or can tell, with Mrs Dalloway floating down a gutter swollen with rain”
Post Malone: Losses weight
Society: OH MY GOD YOU LOST WEIGHT! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? ARE YOU ON DRUGS?
...
Post Malone: Losses weight
Society: OH MY GOD YOU LOST WEIGHT! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? ARE YOU ON DRUGS?
...
me: okay but how do you know that turkey couldn’t fly
me: okay but how do you know that turkey couldn’t fly