/lit/ - Literature

"My dear doctor" I [Pechorin] said. "What what a dull place the world would be if there were no fool. Here we are, two intelligent men, who know you can argue eternally about everything under the sun, so we don't argue. We each know practically all the other's innermost thoughts. With us a single word speaks volumes. We see through the triple outer husk to the kernel of our emotions. So there can be no exchange of feelings or ideas between us -- we each know all we want to know about the other and have no wish to know more. All we can do is tell each other the news. Have you got any to tell me?"