It's no use your assuring us of your coldness towards your own country and your ardent interest in the water-pipes of Karlsruhe.

Ha ha!" "Yes, no doubt," lisped Karmazinov.

"I have portrayed in the character of Pogozhev all the failings of the Slavophils and in the character of Nikodimov all the failings of the Westerners...." "I say, hardly _all!_" Lyamshin whispered slyly.
"But I do this by the way, simply to while away the tedious hours and to satisfy the persistent demands of my fellow-countrymen." "You are probably aware, Stepan Trofimovitch," Yulia Mihailovna went on enthusiastically, "that to-morrow we shall have the delight of hearing the charming lines...

one of the last of Semyon Yakovlevitch's exquisite literary inspirations--it's called _Merci._ He announces in this piece that he will write no more, that nothing in the world will induce him to, if angels from Heaven or, what's more, all the best society were to implore him to change his mind.

In fact he is laying down the pen for good, and this graceful _Merci_ is addressed to the public in grateful acknowledgment of the constant enthusiasm with which it has for so many years greeted his unswerving loyalty to true Russian thought." Yulia Mihailovna was at the acme of bliss.
"Yes, I shall make my farewell; I shall say my _Merci_ and depart and there...