Twice two makes four seems to me simply a piece of insolence. Twice two makes four is a pert coxcomb who stands with arms akimbo barring your path and spitting. I admit that twice two makes four is an excellent thing, but if we are to give everything its due, twice two makes five is sometimes a very charming thing too.-- Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground, Part I. Chapter 9
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| Fyodor Dostoevsky metro station, Moscow |
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