f its practical gifts to decay. None of us intellectuals is at y. e are strange to it and ile. t is ellect even in our oy, in our ory and politics and public opinion, able a one. ell, I en pondered all t  an intense longing sometimes to turn to and do someto be seriously and responsibly active instead of occupying myself forever  estics and intellectual and artistic pursuits. It alo destiny. tains of industry e rigo be made of us intellectuals. e  of talented cterboxes for he razor.

    So, full of ts and t  rievably lost, I   last; climbed my stairs; put on t in my sitting room; tried in vain to read; t of tment  terness not only of myself, but of oo. S  and kindest intentions and s be a  ster all to let me perisead of drao trange, dazzling, dizzying world of ranger and wed away.

    And so I  out t and taken myself to my bedroom and sadly begun to undress; and tomed smell. t aroma of scent, and looking round I satle startled, h large blue eyes.

    quot;Maria!quot; I said. And my first ts  my landlady ice w.

    quot;Ive come,quot; sly. quot;Are you angry ;

    quot;No, no. I see  t it?quot;

    quot;O does make you angry. Ill go again.quot;

    quot;No, lovely Maria, stay! Only, just tonig be jolly tonigomorroter again.quot;

    I  doook o speak lo lay so strangely and .

    quot;You dont need to be jolly,quot; s;old me t you roubles. Any one can understand t. tell me, till? t;

    I kissed s. A moment ago I  of terness and reproac in my   eve