Morty traverse les champs en courant ; il mouline des bras et s’égosille comme un beau diable. Non. Même ça, même effrayer les oiseaux pillards, il n’est pas fichu de s’en tirer proprement.
Son père, au...
"I’d not long been made journeyman when the Schöpfers’ Guild gave me my first commission in 1928. Frau Leitner from Bavaria had written to request a small restoration — I took the southbound train from Berlin, made two changes, and...