Actions are sometimes performed in a masterly and most cunning way, while the direction of the actions is deranged and dependent on various morbid impressions - it's like a dream.

“Never before had she seen such writers. They were impossibly vain, but quite op…”

“Is this what is called remorse of conscience or repentance? I do not know, and …”

“For we've reached a point where we regard real "living life" almost as labor, a…”

“Bow or not? Call back or not? Recognize him or not?" our hero wondered in indes…”