It's as if it never happened, like following the chase after Professor Woland for the chance to be at peace, and I was suddenly back here as the chapter finished. No, it never happened.
Right, enough about Master and Margarita. You probably haven't read it, you illiterate masters of the bourgeoisie!
I have spent too much time in this city, and I was required to leave North Carolina in what seemed an all too hastened manner. The drive back was horrible, as a character known as "dHarp" required a ride, two hours out, to Charlotte. Virginia was not reached until 7.30, and having had no where to stay, had not arrived in this wretched place until 11.30 at night. I am too old for that sort of thing, or at least too crippled. Still otherwise besides from that, and enjoyable trip.
So go to law school, sir, and feel comfortable for at least a few more years. W&L would be awesome. I feel more safe as a drifter in the real world, but that might change soon. And as for you, the other one here, we will have words about the art of bullshit in philosophy soon.
Kitaev
I probably don't get out enough...
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