* * * * *

Why did Hamlet trouble about ghosts after death, when life itself is
haunted by ghosts so much more terrible?

* * * * *

_Daughter_: "Felt boots are not the correct thing."

_Father_: "Yes they are clumsy, I'll have to get leather ones." The
father fell ill and his deportation to Siberia was postponed.

_Daughter_: "You are not at all ill, father. Look, you have your coat
and boots on...."

_Father_: "I long to be exiled to Siberia. One could sit somewhere by
the Yenissey or Obi river and fish, and on the ferry there would be
nice little convicts, emigrants.... Here I hate everything: this lilac
tree in front of the window, these gravel paths...."

* * * * *

A bedroom. The light of the moon shines so brightly through the window
that even the buttons on his night shirt are visible.

* * * * *

A nice man would feel ashamed even before a dog....