But nod?
That's where the trouble lies! What ought to be done that life may be freer?
That I do not understand, and that's all there is to it." "Yes!" drawled out Yozhov.

"So that's where you've gone! That, dear, is a good thing! Ah, you ought to study a little! How are you about books?
Do you read any ?" "No, I don't care for them.

I haven't read any." "That's just why you don't care for them." "I am even afraid to read them.

I know one--a certain girl--it's worse than drinking with her! And what sense is there in books?
One man imagines something and prints it, and others read it.

If it is interesting, it's all right.