AND THEN THE ARYAN MAN
And then the Aryan man, the strict one, the
white one, the original one, he came through
on a yellow steed, holding nothing in
his hands but a rigid form of death -
all passive and forlorn. 'I used to
own all this,' he said, 'then I
gave it all up.'
on a yellow steed, holding nothing in
his hands but a rigid form of death -
all passive and forlorn. 'I used to
own all this,' he said, 'then I
gave it all up.'
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