I don’t know that there were any Victorian writers whose closet-skeletons weren’t dashing gallantly about town wearing very large hats.
Wilkie Collins, for instance. That fucking guy.
Posted on Friday, 24 February 2012
I don’t know that there were any Victorian writers whose closet-skeletons weren’t dashing gallantly about town wearing very large hats.
Wilkie Collins, for instance. That fucking guy.
2 notes