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    Ya' know I read some Russian lit now and then, right ? Here's a quote from Mikhail Bulgakov's The Master and Margarita:

        The beautiful Hella smiled, turning her greenish eyes to Margarita as she went on dipping into the salve and rubbing it into Woland’s knee.
        “I guess that is all,” Woland concluded, wincing when Hella pressed his knee too hard. “As you see, it is a small, mixed, and simple company.” He fell silent and began to turn the globe before him. It was so cunningly constructed that the blue oceans on it stirred and the ice cap on the pole seemed to be truly made of ice and snow. “I see that you are intrigued by my globe?”
        “Oh, I have never seen one like it.”
        “It’s a clever little artifact. Frankly speaking, I don’t like to listen to news reports on the radio. They are usually delivered by young women who don’t articulate place names clearly. Besides, every third one stutters, as if they were chosen with this particular qualification in mind. My globe is much more convenient, especially since I must have exact information on events. Take, for example, this piece of land, lapped by the ocean on one side. Look, how it begins to glow. A war has started there. If you look closely, you will see the details as well.”
        Margarita bent over the globe and the square of land expanded, became infused with many colors and turned into something like a relief map. Then she saw a strip of river and a village beside it. The house, which at first had been the size of a pea, grew and became as big as a matchbox. Suddenly, its roof flew up into the air without a sound, together with a puff of black smoke, and the walls collapsed, so that nothing was left of the two-story box except a little pile with black smoke pouring from it. Bringing her eyes still nearer, Margarita saw a tiny female figure lying on the ground, and near her, in a pool of blood, a baby with outflung arms.
        “That’s all,” Woland said with a smile. “He had had no time to sin. Abaddon’s work is flawless.”

    The free market is not the solution, the free market is the problem.

    by Azazello on Thu Jul 10, 2014 at 05:44:40 PM PDT

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