A thought from the grim IMF-subject England of the 1970s. Is this the way the world ends, not with a whim, but with a banker? If there is ever a last word, I bet it will be (in any language) "Ohhhhhhshit!" (always assuming there's time)
Is this the way the world ends, not with a whim, but with a banker?
If there is ever a last word, I bet it will be (in any language) "Ohhhhhhshit!" (always assuming there's time)