Wednesday, 24 November 2010

Near one monastery

Near one monastery there's a place outside the town… The monks’ wives, they call ’em; everybody knows about it. I’ve been there myself and it was very interesting. In its own way of course; just for a change. A bit spoilt by Russian nationalism - there are no French girls there though they could easily afford some: it’s a very prosperous monastery indeed.
Brothers Karamazov, chapter IV

3 comments:

Linda Swift said...

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MeltonM said...

Missing the point by some distance there, Linda.

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