Then he wiped his forehead, seated himself on the lounge beside Foma, and said: "Leave science alone! Science is a drink of the gods; but it has not yet fermented sufficiently, and, therefore is not fit for use, like vodka which has not yet been purified from empyreumatic oil.

Science is not ready for man's happiness, my friend.

And those living people that use it get nothing but headaches.

Like those you and I have at present.

Why do you drink so rashly ?" "I?
What else am I to do ?" asked Foma, laughing.