But it is a little upsetting to read in the explanatory notes that describes a fight between a Turkish and a Bulgarian officer on a bridge both fall into the river--and then to find that the line consists of the falling and the weights of the officers, "Pluff! Pluff!" A hundred and kilograms." a certain line off which they noise of their eighty-five.
Instead, we are treated to fine hypocritical spectacles, which now more than ever seem in ample supply: the critic of American materialism with a Southampton summer home; the publisher of radical books who takes his meals in three-star restaurants; the journalist advocating participatory democracy in all phases of life, whose own children are enrolled in private schools.
