I couldn't care less about Pushkin's birth date. The Armstrongs don't concern me in the slightest (though, in parentheses, I'll note that it's not Neil but Neal). I don't know what Benelux is. I'm not versed in the religious affairs of any particular country. I could never name the countries whose names consist of two words. None of this interests me at all. And my personal moral, aesthetic, cultural, or any other image does not suffer from that. If anything, it only gets better. And I look with sadness at those who know all this stuff. Because they have an awful lot of junk in their heads. This kind of crossword-puzzle knowledge is needed only by those who make money from it: trivia experts, Wasserman (Anatoly Wasserman, a Russian media personality known for encyclopedic knowledge), and specialists. http://yellow-reporter.livejournal.com/790129.html?view=4598385#t4598385 A manifesto from Zholty. He wants to know nothing. He is proud of that. He does not admire Wasserman. Wasserman is one thing, but if someone came up to me on the street and asked who the Armstrongs were, I'm not sure I'd answer right away. After thinking about it, I'd say one was Black, and the other was on the Moon. Or were they both Black?
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