He types his labored column - weary drudge Senile fudge and solemn spare, editor, to condemn these dry leaves of his autumn. (Robertson Davies)

He types his labored column - weary drudge Senile fudge and solemn spare, editor, to condemn these dry leaves of his autumn.

Robertson Davies

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