According to a certain book everything that exists on earth is rational." "Everything ?" asked Foma.
"Everything! While another book says the contrary is true." "Wait! Now isn't this nonsense ?" "What were you discussing ?" asked Mayakin, appearing at the door, in a long frock-coat and with several medals on his collar and his breast.
"Just so," said Lubov, morosely.
"We spoke about books," added Foma.
"What kind of books ?" "The books she is reading.

She read that everything on earth is rational." "Really!" "Well, and I say it is a lie!" "Yes." Yakov Tarasovich became thoughtful, he pinched his beard and winked his eyes a little.
"What kind of a book is it ?" he asked his daughter, after a pause.
"A little yellow-covered book," said Lubov, unwillingly.
"Just put that book on my table.

That is said not without reflection--everything on earth is rational! See someone thought of it.
Yes.

It is even very cleverly expressed.

And were it not for the fools, it might have been perfectly correct.