“I don’t remember, Liza. Why a dead person? One must live . . .” “And you stop short. You’ve quite lost your eloquence. I’ve lived my hour in the world, and enough. Do you remember Khristofor Ivanovich?” “No, I don’t,” he frowned. “Khristofor Ivanbvich, in Lausanne? You got terribly sick of him. He’d open the door and always say, ‘I’ve just come for a minute,’ and he’d sit for the whole day. I don’t want to be like Khristofor Ivanovich and sit for the whole day.”
