Bouc:
And yet, the best things on the train are not food. You know there's something about a tangle of strangers pressed together for days on end with nothing in common but the need to go from one place to another, then never to see each other again. Boredom plus anonymity plus a... constant gentle rocking.
Hercule Poirot:
With your hobbies you will never amount to anything.
Bouc:
God, I hope so. Hmm.
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 07:27