“As if you can possibly like it yourself? The heart is the great thing, and the rest is all rubbish—though one must have sense as well. Perhaps sense is really the great thing. Don't smile like that, Aglaya. I don't contradict myself. A fool with a heart and no brains is just as unhappy as a fool with brains and no heart.
I am one and you are the other, and therefore both of us suffer, both of us are unhappy.»
«Why are you so unhappy, mother?» asked Adelaida, who alone of all the company seemed to have preserved her good temper and spirits up to now.”