Tuesday, September 9, 2008

September 9, 2008

The Brothers Karamazov, by Fyodor Dostoevsky

p. 451: He gave formal dinners, too, under all sorts of pretexts, sometimes even the most unexpected. The food he served, though not refined, was abundant, the cabbage pies were excellent, and the wines made up in quantity for what they lacked in quality.

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