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Gee, I sure hope this book on the ultimate government isn't chock full of weird sex.

Ha! I knew it! "The Prince" was satirical!

Can't blame @372pages for this one. I brought it on myself.

Once more into the breach, dear @372Pages friends.

Was the first book this dumb? 'cause this is really, really dumb.

Ah. So Russian literature exists to make the Russian winter seem less bleak by comparison.

Let's get some культура up in the дом. Crap, what would the declension be for "hizzy"?

A literary lobotomy.

Mesmer!

Because the light was on.

Stefan Malli—clear inspiration for "Lady of the Shroud".

He picked up a book with 372 pages. "This is a book with 372 pages," he said.

Queen Elizabeth was a MAN?!

OMG! ROSS WAS REAL AND HE SOLD SNAKES!!!

Physiognomy! Drink!

A "dark" white hottie. Drink!

Good thing I'm not actually drinking.

=Actual= secret wedding. Drink!

Scotch wedding! Drink!

Potential vampire/mummy/snake lady! Drink!

Second sight! Drink!

Secret real estate deal! Drink!

Stoker's gonna psychologize for a while. *checks watch* No, yeah, he's still doing it.

Well, this has started out charming!

What the hell is "mycorr"? I can't find anything but mushroom references that don't apply at all! "The room of mycorr", " the maid of her on whom he was driven to lavish mycorr," WTH, AMR?

*gasp*

I mean.

THE silvery touch of fortune is too often gilt with betrayal: the meddling mouth of extravagance swallows every desire, and eats the heart of honesty with pickled pride: the impostury of position is petty, and ends, as it should commence, with stirring strife. But conversion of feminine opinions tries the touchy temper of opposition, and too seldom terminates victoriously.

WHEN on the eve of glory, whilst brooding over the prospects of a bright and happy future, whilst meditating upon the risky right of justice, there we remain, wanderers on the cloudy surface of mental woe, disappointment and danger, inhabitants of the grim sphere of anticipated imagery, partakers of the poisonous dregs of concocted injustice. Yet such is life.