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While I try and get in the chatroom; the first chapter was kind of lengthy, descriptive. I like his style though.
I thought the sentence about the guy who when he blew his nose it 'resounded like a trumpet' which gained him respect, was worth a snicker.
I'm trying to recall the metaphor about the flies and the sugar...
When he talks about 'everything being the same everywhere' I would assume he's talking about in Russia, because, it seems, most Russian authors write about their people (as in Notes from Underground)
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