Wild inside; raging,
writhing—yes, "writhing" was the word, writhing with desire. But
outwardly he was hopelessly tame; outwardly—baa, baa, baa.
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- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: english
- Born: July 26, 1894
- Died: November 22, 1963
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