Found uses of the Brothers K

Last night I was falling asleep at 1:45 A.M. when I heard my roommate talking on the phone in the neighboring room. My bed is placed at the far wall from my roommate's wall, but I could still hear his voice piercing my tranquility. I groped for the nearest object at my bedside and viola!; The Brother's Karamazov! I chucked it at the far wall where it made a resounding THUD. I then commenced in verbally assaulting my roommate to shut up. After a short argument, he pounded the wall in disgust and ceased his telephone conversation.

If it wasn't for the Brother's Karamazov, I may not have been able to sleep, so I thank Mr. Dostoyevsky for publishing such a handy book.