"Well now, gentlemen," said Bilibin, "Bolkonsky is my guest in this house and in Brünn itself. I want to entertain him as far as I can, with all the pleasures of life here. If we were in Vienna it would be easy, but here, in this wretched Moravian hole, it is more difficult, and I beg you all to help me. Brünn's attractions must be shown him. You can undertake the theatre, I society, and you, Hippolyte, of course the women."
RATING: Cabbage%
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Yeah, yeah. We get it. You win: you've read the lamest books of anyone in all the kingdom.
Was it Mailer that said that Dostoevsky is hip and Tolstoy is square?
Anyway, I lived in Brno, and English books were fucking expensive, but classics were cheap. I only ever got to the part where Pierre joins the Freemasons, and I've never boasted about it to a computer science professor. Jackass.
Touche.
BTW, does anyone else think Rick Steves' Europe Through the Back Door is poorly titled? I mean, I didn't even know they had Chili's in Bratislava.
Yeah, I think Rocco Siffredi beat him to the punch by like 15 years.
But everybody knows they have Chili's in Bratislava.
Also, Brno is an official twin city of Dallas.
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