Long before I ever read his books I had a toy called a Balzac. It was a colorful cloth cover for a balloon. You’d inflate the balloon inside it so it resisted popping for outdoor play.
It was a fun toy that didn’t catfish Ukrainian nobility, squander fortunes, elaborately furnish dilapidated houses with mismatched antiques or die owing everyone it knew.
Well in his defense, it’s rough being called Ballsack your entire life, screws the head up.
Long before I ever read his books I had a toy called a Balzac. It was a colorful cloth cover for a balloon. You’d inflate the balloon inside it so it resisted popping for outdoor play. It was a fun toy that didn’t catfish Ukrainian nobility, squander fortunes, elaborately furnish dilapidated houses with mismatched antiques or die owing everyone it knew.