Caligari

Deep in the canyon, covered in dust, he stood there for a century, undaunted and hidden, it now awaits its doom. Sunburn unbarks the trunk. Earth dry and torn. Tumbleweed rolls gently by. Porcupine will miss him. Dark clouds...

I am speaking here on behalf of my client. Mr. Oud asked me to tell you the following: My annoyance, not only at the mere mention, but at the fact that my name has also been prefixed with the adjective "Pure", is hereby firmly expressed. To speak...