George Meredith wrote a book on the saltiness of a bitter, jaded, sub par single father trying with all his might to show his only son that women are the worst creatures on the planet. But what if said son falls in love anyway?
George Meredith wrote a book on the saltiness of a bitter, jaded, sub par single father trying with all his might to show his only son that women are the worst creatures on the planet. But what if said son falls in love anyway?
And...what if two mysterious, and crunk, Time Travelers modernize they story while eating chicken fingers and slugging down malt liquor?
This is the retelling of The Ordeal Of Richard Ferverel; a book you'd probably never read, but is Victorian Jerry Springer made prose.