It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.

Author: Graham Greene

It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck. - Graham Greene

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