Speaking of asshats and litterature, my new roommate has some fucked up friends. Most of them are studying litterature, when he had a bunch of them over the other day they came into my room to say hi. One of them saw that I have Anna Karenina on a shelf and he completely zoned out, looked at it. Then he walked over to it, put his hand ever so gently on it and sighed while saying "oh Anna". Felt like knocking that motherfucker out right there.