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champagne of discord. (1909) Okay, what’s going on here? We have a man with severe facial wounds seeking consolation from his uncaring wife, while his apparent — and apparently schizophrenic — attacker stares with disbelief at his evil clawed hand. In the background we have a sex fiend attempting to mount a swimmer who futilely attempts to flee, and in the lower left we have a man glaring with disdain at the product. Just how much angel dust did they put in the champagne back then? |
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