A few years ago I read Patrick Hamilton's wonderful 20,000 Streets Under the Sky (based purely on having only heard of it via a Marah album) and loved it - in fact, here are some lines from the book that are pure George Costanza-ian. Delightful!
Meanwhile, just now I started reading another Hamilton book, The Slaves of Solitude, and now wonder is this the first-ever utterance of "spam" in literature?
Also, why is not not capitalized? Hmm. 🤔
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