I yearn to spit on all and then disappear somewhere! I would like to run away from everything.

I am so weary!" "That's interesting!" said Yozhov, rubbing his hands and turning about in all directions.

"This is interesting, if it is true and deep, for it shows that the holy spirit of dissatisfaction with life has already penetrated into the bed chambers of the merchants, into the death chambers of souls drowned in fat cabbage soup, in lakes of tea and other liquids.

Give me a circumstantial account of it.

Then, my dear, I shall write a novel." "I have been told that you have already written something about me ?" inquired Foma, with curiosity, and once more attentively scrutinized his old friend unable to understand what so wretched a creature could write.
"Of course I have! Did you read it ?" "No, I did not have the chance." "And what have they told you ?" "That you gave me a clever scolding." "Hm! And doesn't it interest you to read it yourself ?" inquired Yozhov, scrutinizing Gordyeeff closely.
"I'll read it!" Foma assured him, feeling embarrassed before Yozhov, and that Yozhov was offended by such regard for his writings.