I'm used to insult as I am to misfortune, and am grown callous to both; but I'm not used to compassion, and know not how to take it. And from that they came back by way of the Kreutzer Sonata and Resurrection to Tolstoy again. One’s got to be a better man than one’s father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or nothing. Larry kept digging heartily into his spaghetti, not intrigued in the slightest. As a matter of fact it isn’t their affair. In this state, he was laid upon a bench, to sleep off his drunken fit, while his wretched mother, in spite of her passionate supplications and resistance, was, by Blueskin's command, forcibly ejected from the house, and driven out of the Mint.
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