In which we read on and on. Our host Phil and our friend Tom, a salty seaman and coffee connoisseur, sail boldly into darker and deeper waters in this vast Lake Baikal of a book. Phil exhibits a particular knack for drunken Russian voices, and Tom treats us to a suave, poetic, spirited, and ecstatic rendition of Dmitri Fyodorovich's suave, poetic, spirited, and ecstatic monologue. They also invite you, gentle and media-savvy listener, to join in friendship and conversation by tweeting and twittering with any and all of the following hashtags: #ithinkthisiswhattomstruestatementis, #thebrotherskaramazovandfriendsepisode7, #whatthehellisawattlefence, #sensualityisastormandmorethanastorm, #verilyverilyitburns, #manisbroadandeventoobroad, #flamesofmeekindignation, and, of course, #dostoevskyisnumberone2345678. Pour yourself a White Russian and enjoy listening to some dramatized drunken speeches by white Russians. It's the Brothers Karamazov and Friends, #reallygoodatinventinghashtags.