I love these.
The cashier at the PX did not at first realize they were lighted, saw the price and blurted out, "Are those a bunch of twigs?"
I continue reading Anna Karenina, though I openly admit to skipping huge parts of it. I don't understand the characters Anna or Vronsky, or what compels them to make endless numbers of terrible decisions.
However, I adore Constantine Levin, even if he does rather go on about farming.
