And that should be done not with the head, but with the arms and the breast.

While here we have to go to the Exchange and try to aim well to make a rouble.

What do we need it for?
And what is it, anyway?
Has life been arranged in this form forever?
What sort of life is it, if everyone is grieved and finds it too narrow for him?
Life ought to be according to the taste of man.

If it is narrow for me, I must move it asunder that I may have more room.

I must break it and reconstruct it.