Doesn't Harry Reid remind you of some creepy, dried-up character from Victorian fiction? Trollope, Dickens, George Eliot, I know I've met him before. Or maybe someone from Gogol?
Doesn't Harry Reid remind you of some creepy, dried-up character from Victorian fiction? Trollope, Dickens, George Eliot, I know I've met him before. Or maybe someone from Gogol?
Posted by miriam sawyer at 9:10 AM
Labels: Harry Reid, Victorian fiction
2 comments:
The farmer with the pitchfork in the American Gothic painting, only nastier.
Rather Saltykov-Shchedrin
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