I have an approximate catalogue, in case of need." "Oh heavens! Every one has these books; how simple you are, my poor Blum." "And many manifestoes," Blum went on without heeding the observation.
"We shall end by certainly coming upon traces of the real manifestoes here.

That young Verhovensky I feel very suspicious of." "But you are mixing up the father and the son.

They are not on good terms.

The son openly laughs at his father." "That's only a mask." "Blum, you've sworn to torment me! Think! he is a conspicuous figure here, after all.

He's been a professor, he is a well-known man.