You see, I’m a bachelor , a man of no consequence and not used to society; besides, I have nothing before me, I’m set, I’m running to seed and…and have you noticed, Rodion Romanovitch, that in our Petersburg circles, if two clever men meet who are not intimate, but respect each other, like you and me, it takes them half an hour before they can find a subject for conversation.- they are dumb, they sit opposite each other and feel awkward? Everyone has subjects of conversation, ladies, for instance… people in high society always have their subjects of conversation, c’est de rigueur, but people of the middle sort like us, thinking people that is, are always tongue-tied and awkward. What is the reason of it? Whether it is the lack of public interest, or whether it is we are so honest we don’t want to deceive one another, I don’t know.

Author: Fyodor Dostoevsky