Sunday, the day for the language of leisure. — Elfriede Jelinek, The Piano Teacher
Sunday, the day for the language of leisure. — Elfriede Jelinek, The Piano Teacher
Sunday, the day for the language of leisure. — Elfriede Jelinek, The Piano Teacher
Sunday, the day for the language of leisure. — Elfriede Jelinek, The Piano Teacher
Sunday, the day for the language of leisure. — Elfriede Jelinek, The Piano Teacher
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Sunday, the day for the language of leisure.

— Elfriede Jelinek, The Piano Teacher
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