drinkerthinker

[E and I are both sick. The house of sickness can produce no good content. Hopefully that will change later this week.]

A recent email that got past the spam filters at work:

Hello,
Everything a human being wants can be divided into
four components — love, adventure, power and fame.
URL trying to sell me drugs deleted

years!” he heard vigorously uttered by a round-shouldered, short,
country gentleman, who had pomaded hair hanging on his
embroidered collar, and new boots obviously put on for the
occasion, with heels that tapped energetically as he spoke.
Casting a displeased glance at Levin, this gentleman sharply
turned his back.

“Yes, it’s a dirty business, there’s no denying,” a small
gentleman assented in a high voice.

Next, a whole crowd of country gentlemen, surrounding a stout
general, hurriedly came near Levin. These persons were
unmistakably seeking a place where they could talk without being
overheard.

“How dare he say I had his breeches stolen! Pawned them for

Sadly, it isn't some slashy fiction as I had hoped, but a passage from Anna Karenina. (Shut up, I never read it.)

Could this be the Cliffs Notes of the future?