Four Men, by William T. Vollmann
just possibly, in company with Happily and Roland, I acted less than sane in my business negotiations, for grief is a witch-hag who rides in on bad winds.
I should have, could have, would have. . . . Fortunately, it was too late to extend myself. I pulled the covers up to my chin and closed my eyes.
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