афро-американская дама в приемной госпиталя, увидев в моих руках эту книгу, спросила: Is this your Bible?
Not yet, - ответил я. - But I'm getting there.
I told her that she must choose between him and me. But she carefully refrained from doing so, for her object was to have me, him, and as many more as she could get, kneeling at her feet and adoring her. She was a flirt, a mangeuse d'hommes, a chaste polyandrist. - August Strindberg, The Confession of a Fool
