My friend laughed today. Further from his words:
The general’s son is just a fairy idiot. This morning, when he once again got me to his stupid, he said to him, say that you are approaching the pitecantrop in terms of quality of thinking. And he asks me who is a petecantrope.
I, realizing that I was somewhat upset, replied that this is a philosopher such, medieval, ah.
The fifteenth minute passes, and the rabbit calls the pope and says, “Behold, you call me a fool, and some people compare me to a philosopher in their thoughts, to this... as his... ". Okay though, I didn't remember, or I'd definitely lulled out of the gender.