“Henry Moore wrote, No sooner Cunchess was dead, but a…” — Morbid at 39:43
“Henry Moore wrote, No sooner Cunchess was dead, but a great tempest arose, which raged most at his very funeral. There being such impetus storms of wind and snow that it made men's bodies quake, their teeth chatter in their heads. But as soon as he was interred, all of a sudden it was calm. Damn. Isn't that…”
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