Short Conversations with Mr. B about Lermontov
Me: *conducting book research*
Me: Jesus. Lermontov was only 26 when he died? Jesus. What a moron.
Mr. B: ?
Me: Well he died by duel, right? Who does that to themselves?
Mr. B: You can’t equate yesterday’s standards with today.
Me: Yes you can. It’s like *reaching for an analogy* huffing paint.
Mr. B: Yes, it’s exactly like that. I’m sure Lermontov today would be like, “Yeah, I think I’ll huff some paint and kill myself.”
Me: So you’re saying that you would never defend my honor by duel?
Mr. B: What?
Me: If we lived back in the day and someone insulted me, you wouldn’t duel them?
Mr. B: Well it depends. What are we talking about here? Like if someone steps on your toe? Or, like, physically assaults you?
Me: It doesn’t matter. Honor’s honor.
Mr. B: It kind of does if I’m risking my life.
Me: You wouldn’t do well in the 17th century.
Mr. B: Actually I think I would because I wouldn’t be dueling all the time.