Yet this shotgun blast of fur and wood has somehow managed to punch through the decades, colliding with my eyes in a message which, like the French letter, I can see, and even feel – but one that I can’t quite read. Read more…

Yet this shotgun blast of fur and wood has somehow managed to punch through the decades, colliding with my eyes in a message which, like the French letter, I can see, and even feel – but one that I can’t quite read. Read more…