“Wouldn’t you like to order me to stay out on the porch, sir . . . so as not to overhear something somehow, by chance . . . because the rooms are tiny.”
“That’s a good idea; stay out on the porch. Take the umbrella.”
“Your umbrella . . . am I worth it, sir?” the captain oversweetened.
“Every man is worth an umbrella.”
“At one stroke you define the minimum of human rights . . .”
From Demons by Dostoevsky.
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