In reality--a mutual exchange of sloppiness...." "Good heavens! How many sayings not your own! Lessons learned by heart! They've already put their uniform on you too.

You, too, are rejoicing; you, too, are basking in the sunshine.

_Chere, chere,_ for what a mess of pottage you have sold them your freedom!" "I'm not a parrot, to repeat other people's phrases!" cried Varvara Petrovna, boiling over.

"You may be sure I have stored up many sayings of my own.

What have you been doing for me all these twenty years?
You refused me even the books I ordered for you, though, except for the binder, they would have remained uncut.