The Diary of a Superfluous Man and Other Stories by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev
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'Gentlemen! all your profound remarks are excellent in their own way, but unprofitable. Every one, as usual, hears his opponent's views, and every one retains his own convictions. But it's not the first time we have met, nor the first time we have argued, and so we have probably by now had ample opportunity for expressing our own views and learning those of others. Why, then, do you take so much trouble?' Uttering these words, the small man carelessly flicked the ash off his cigar into the fireplace, dropped his eyelids, and smiled serenely. We all ceased speaking. 'Well, what are we to do then, according to you?' said one of us; 'play cards, or what? go to sleep? break up and go home?' 'Playing cards is agreeable, and sleep's always salutary,' retorted the small man; 'but it's early yet to break up and go home. You didn't understand me, though. Listen: I propose, if it comes to that, that each of you should describe some exceptional personality, tell us of any meeting you may have had with any remarkable man. I can assure you even the feeblest description has far more sense in it than the finest argument.' We pondered. 'It's a strange thing,' observed one of us, an inveterate jester; 'except myself I don't know a single exceptional person, and with my |
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