There is a temple in ruin stands,
Fashion’d by long forgotten hands.
From Lord Byron’s Siege of Corinth (1816)
There is a temple in ruin stands,
Fashion’d by long forgotten hands.
From Lord Byron’s Siege of Corinth (1816)
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‘I come here to your beautiful country -’ Mr Raj saw through the window bare branches, coil after coil of dirty clouds, washing on neighbour lines, forlorn pecking birds, a distant brace of gasometers.
‘- your beautiful country, I say,’ he said defiantly.
‘…So far I have had mixed career. Fights and insults, complete lack of sexual sustenance – most necessary to men in prime of life – and inability to find accommodation commensurate with social position and academic attainments…’
From Anthony Burgess’ The Right to an Answer (1960)
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