Mr. Sturges
COLD ARE THE HANDS of time that creep along relentlessly, destroying slowly, but without pity, that which yesterday was young. Alone our memories resist this disintergration and grow more lovely with the passing years.
-Preston Sturges
I thought I should give you kids a little something, and then I came upon this gem. Preston Sturges' command of the English language has rarely been equaled. Brilliant!
-Preston Sturges
I thought I should give you kids a little something, and then I came upon this gem. Preston Sturges' command of the English language has rarely been equaled. Brilliant!
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